Pictures coming to mind as I go walking through intellect,
hand in hand with my imagination, reality having a place
within.
As I gaze upon the beauty being created by this wonderful
combination of color, thoughts and ideas, all coming from
deep inside.
Time after time, creating and developing new concepts to
paint portraits of life into prose, liking end results of
intellect, because it always has the last say in how the
pieces are put together.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem