Cool air covering my being from the atmosphere, feeling
good as it seems to calm me interiorly, giving a silent
plain to write from.
Going through the desert of my soul, enjoying pictures-
que beauty that lies before and within it, delving into
the very depths of my being.
Finding solace of the Divine hidden quietly within, gently
touching my spirit with the wonder and curiosity of what
lies beyond me on the next horizon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem