Existing in a bevy of feelings, being touched by everyone
in life's boundaries.
Talking incessantly going on around me, yet all my thoughts
are being silently reproduced in the writing of poems.
A lasting tribute to innate gifts given to me at birth,
exposing them and myself to the entire world around me.
(2: 55 p.m. - 10/26/13)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem