Contentedly listening to classical music into the night, experiencing it's difficult patterns and designs for future episodes of perpendicular prose.
It's always waiting to be checked and brought into formations of tomorrow's compositions.
Lilting lightly, airily, resting my mind as it travels quietly through my soul, taking me to a land of peace and serenity where only I can dwell for now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem