Tuning my mind to echoes emitted by my soul, traveling down open corridors on wings of steel.
Finding inner realms of language, lapping upon shores of a hidden horizon, not seen since I was a child.
Figuratively skating about, jumping and landing between
rhythm and poetry.
Alive with sensations of silent power, anticipating great
literature when finished, experiencing creative talent born within each time I write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem