Brushing thoughts as we pass by in musical etudes,
climbing beats to heights beyond the sky.
Feelings cling like ivy to insides of my mind, as
I intellectualize them on paper for others to read
unrelentingly.
Touching my interior thoughts with whispers of God,
imagination swivels and becomes a part of my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem