Watching out a window, nature displaying itself splendidly
in an un-prosaic beauty, an everlasting silence keeping it
attuned, being one with nature.
Mind constantly filled with the succulent peace that it
gives to a poet's mind and intellect, surprising them
with delectable atmospheres and portraits.
Its all inspiring wonder tempting minds to conjure the
magic of an innate creative process that connects all
that's seen, felt and heard, letting it take a place in
lines of poetry being written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem