Occurrences happening around every corner of my life,
watching them all, writing of their existence in many
poems of contemporary literature.
Moving forward into pastures of soft green meanings,
lying in their midst, enjoying every feeling soothing
my body and soul.
Eventually definitions roll and rotate over and through
me, giving plenty of solace in writing of them all.
(12: 56 p.m. - 1/17/13)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem