Writing, forging into intellect, rhythms soaring in my
mind, leaving the world behind, looking to destiny for
another route out of the ordinary.
Finding expressions spreading their wings of thought,
landing in intellect where they are being extended and
used creatively as I write this poem.
An exclusive and private meeting of mind and intellect
being measured through rhythms of time, imagination now
blending with tempos.
Creating a wonder that's growing through inner curiosity,
placid, comfortable, allowing serenity to join my soul
interiorly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem