Significantly deterring this frame of mind happens at times,
only having to listen to familiar rhythms, focusing them into
points of interest at the end of a pen.
Living for moments that can be written quietly into many
verses of poems, saturating literature with inner secrets
being told, explored and discovered through the years.
Not able to talk about any of it, so it is written silently
for many to read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem