Walking into fields of empty thoughts, choosing which
ones to fill with knowledge, wisdom or fantasy of im-
agination.
Willfully painting pictures through the imagery of
words, giving sincere depictions of life, nature and
the world.
Finding purposes hiding everywhere throughout concen-
tration of intellect, watching as ideas proudly present
themselves.
Nurturing, growing each one in time as poetry blossoms
into wonderful pictures of life, finding a special
place in memories of those who read them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem