Mountains stretching across my vision, pulling my mind in many directions while writing.
Colors of nature stand out and let me touch them with my mind.
So soft, ragged, prickly, satin-like, they arrange themselves
in patterns with my senses.
Quality images that no one else can see or feel, just getting
an idea of what my mind can do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem