Chasing dreams through the forests, hiding behind trees,
and wondering with curious eyes what to discover next.
Exploring interior corners of intellect is a trip down
lanes of beautiful rhythms, lighting the way into it's
subterranean channels and depths that are normally kept
hidden.
Scaling porticals of ideas, using formulas made and
created for specific purposes and means of creation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem