Intriguing and magical, looking forward to climbing inner
heights, swinging from a trapeze and flowing constantly
from one poem to another.
Feeling breezes touching my mind, gently and inspiringly,
sensational thoughts always falling into pools at the
bottom of an inner waterfall.
Insidious and hesitant at times, stepping back, afraid to
move into circles of people lest having no time to write
poetry.
Circular and alluring, finding a majestic beauty in land-
scapes of inner intuition, mounting pleasure as each melody
and rhythm is played, notes steadily dropping into poems
that I write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If these were all written today, I envy your day!