Looking out into space, day-dreaming of things I
want to do today, comforting thoughts of writing
poetry stand out the most.
Knowing there are a lot of thoughts, awaiting
rhymes and prose to enlighten intellect and
stretch out leisurely, feeling right at home.
Listening to tempos as they reach for my mind,
touching it gently, tenderly, and illuminating
it's every particle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem