Writing rapidly to intense beats of an interior rhythm,
falling into a bluened atmosphere, doubts being erased,
fears allayed, only the sound of self-confidence is left
within me now.
Leading every idea down the waterfall within, flowing
and turbulently falling into pools of definitions, words
and meanings, beautifully creating prose for all to read
in the future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem