Relating abstracts to everyday life, extracting meanings
from impossible concepts, fitting them together like puzzle
pieces made for each other.
Being let into mysteries of intellect, this mind confers
automatically with ideas tantalizing them into poems.
Living in an atmosphere of creativity every day, enjoying
beauty that surrounds this world, placing details of it's
existence into spheres of creativity.
Inducing meanings of life to be formed into poetry, broken
lies, separated from loved ones, existing in a vacuum,
hoping to have them returned in time.
Finally coming to the conclusion that it isn't going to
happen, pursuing now, instead, a place in the arts.
Filling their lives, their emptiness, with artistic en-
deavors touching their minds with extrasensory perceptions.
Wanting to be a part of something higher, seeing visions
gathering, sending desires climbing into an inner awareness,
showing them clearer pictures of existence without their
love.
Now living to produce the beauty of life lost, into the
sadness of artistic graces, standing before them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem