Resting on laurels of a vibrant intellect, watching
as it opens like a rose blossoming in springtime.
Beautiful and inspiring, taking this mind totally
into a zone filled with a bluened light.
Writing poetry from it constantly, believing in the
impossibility of life as it holds onto every moment.
Supporting our minds and intellect, cavorting and
playing with rhythms of life and destiny.
Living in depths of my being, allowing self to be
absorbed into the effervescent glory of intellect.
Giving excellent tastes of dimensions filled with a
bluened atmosphere, tantalizing me beyond any scope
here upon this earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem