Situated in corners of hibernation, lively pieces of prose lounge about, encrypting words and placing them in coded messages, preferred by an interior mind to coddle, educate and use daily in expertise.
Languidly holding on to everything, explicitly portraying life and nature in beautiful visions of tantamount splendor.
Taking in views sporadically and cryptically while enjoying many versions of poetry in illusionistic sights beyond intellect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem