Mind be-bobbing around as I look at the blue sky, clouds
whitely floating by, gently touching and soothing this
poetical mind.
Finding safety and freedom from thoughts of heavenly
skies above, feeling them within poetry that I'm writing
now.
Quietly and silently testing the strength of imagination,
relating and being absorbed by the reality of this world
surrounding me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a restful poem! Sends one on a trip of relaxation. Thanks for posting this.