Collaborating with a peaceful resignation, adjusting life interiorly to attitudes that touch my soul, reminding me of the temporary position life has placed on me.
Scented images hover, waiting to be set in stones of black ink on paper.
Reminiscing collectively, never harming or tattering what has already been done.
Refreshing reflections mirrored in my mind, showing me what is transpiring as I write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem