Walking into the future, blending time with imagination,
giving self all the moments needed to write constantly
and incessantly.
Choosing the best of thoughts, placing them into clocks
of poetry, writing along their visions, watching images
following them into shadows.
When finding they are totally accepted into the crowd
of ideas, they begin awaiting recognition in today's
spheres of enlightenment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem