Listening to harmonious sounds emanate from a clarinet
player's instrument.
Hopefully, it takes my mood, turning it into a mode of
contemplation to create works and words of art.
Featuring a special amount of intrigue and mystery as
I crave more knowledge and abstract thinking, for
lonesome days on floating horizons of poetical lines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem