Quietly sitting, writing poetry, enjoying the peace and
tranquility of an early morning sunshine, feeling an in-
tense effervescent mood of positivism filling this being
to the brim.
A feeling of enticement that's inspiring this poet right
now, amazing beauty and insight coming from within music
and nature.
Easing the stress and strain of a living death continually,
looking deeply within, being immersed in a bluened light of
the Divine.
Finding hope and faith multiplying and dividing, giving an
intense energy to this mere poet, there's no denying, God
is always present, watching over this poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem