Rugs of comfort settle on my process of thinking,
causing new approaches to writing.
Climbing ladders of successful artistic grace
becomes a total part of existence for my entire
allowance of life.
Succeeding in every feeling as it reaches tenderly
for reasons to continue along it's fateful walk,
testing whatever becomes museful on strands of
imagination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem