Rushing into the fray of talent, creatively amassing a
fortune in beauty and artistic grace.
Lovely pictures of fame rise and fall within many poems,
never allowing another to mess with the passion that is
kept alive and vibrant alone within self.
A joyous, serene and playful interior sphere, always at
my beck and call.
Twilight and sunrise, hanging on every word, thunder and
lightening striking against intellect, taking me into
skyways of this heart and soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem