Melodies rushing through intellect, collecting thoughts
quickly, trying to gather them into poetical portrayals
of innocence and beauty.
A purity of childhood that glows within every word of a
poem, touching upon the sincerity of another time in life
when everything was simple and easy.
Private and awesome, a place where only I may go, walking
through intellect, an interior fantasyland where I wander
aimlessly whenever wanting to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem