Resting alongside melodies as they jump and jive around me,
having fun in a sphere of contentment, relishing the essence
of thought as it is exhibited in poetry.
Alighting in every corner, formatting designs in a brain of
computer-like destinations.
Already being focused intensely in mirrors of lively items.
Forever living on the interior couches of intellect, never
minding what is going on around them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem