Picture posters being hung on walls of my mind, tracing
wisdom through the years.
Walking through hallways, into depths of knowledgeable
intellect, stepping down staircases, reading everything
that is encapsulated in a photographic memory.
Silence touching everything gently with it's balanced
grace, taking thoughts into compositions of classical
music.
There, tender rhythms bypassing all turmoil and strife
anyone can have in a lifetime of pain and sorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem