Treasured in beings of talent, a solitude permeates every
hidden corner covered by nature.
Forensically, life is held together by bits and pieces,
melded under our skin.
Yet innate wisdom lies behind it all, enabling us to imagine,
dream and think of our future, past and present.
An inordinate amount of insight is contained in one little
poetical mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem