Walking sandy shores on other horizons, feeling warmth of
the sand beneath my feet, easing pains of life painlessly.
Tracing linear possibilities into atmospheres left to
imagination, to open and allow entrance to this mere poet.
Remembering, keeping pace with fruitful endeavors of an
intellect, powerfully quiet and timid, full of energy and
mind-boggling impossibilities.
Having final solutions thought of outside the box of
mankind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem