Watching replicas of yesterday's images, appearing on
photographic screens of interior intellect.
Subconsciously learning just by looking and experiencing
the beauty of mother nature throughout her lessons in
everything around us.
Details are clearly seen, clarity is enhanced and totally
gives the wherewithal to write everything into the poetry
of this soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry is the expression of soul.Loved your ink.