Searching skyways outside small panes of windows way high up
on the south wall, seeing trees and nature blossoming all over
the desert.
Beautiful and picturesque, leaving my mind filled with wonder
and life always being tantalized and enticed by intellect to
come join it.
Becoming one and being lifted from the mundane and ordinary,
walking through my mind, strolling along, wonder of imagination,
loving the essence that perpetrates intellect, where it can be
written about in poetry alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem