Lifting and ebbing this mind of intellect and exchange
with imagination.
Enjoying it all with pleasure, allowing desires to be
fulfilled and carried over into writing.
Lying in wait, hoping to find important and specific
details to be written into poems of worth.
Always remembering the beauty of the past in all of my
thoughts, even here in the present.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem