Resting in the luxury of an interior solitude,
never exchanging it for anything.
Now it's a total part of my being and who I am,
rhythms charging into the essence of who I have
become.
Passion building constantly, with nothing to
stand in the way of seclusion where I love to
stay in times of life.
Happy to be alone with self and intellect, a
quiet and reassuring place to always be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem