Hiding in clouds of my mind, lost in imagination's realm, unfolding fantasies in rhyme.
Silence, ethereal, still filling me without, allowing
total concentration on another dimension.
The world no longer exists as I write from within, picking
up, searching, looking again.
Creating literature from fonts hidden deep inside, brought
out to enlighten myself and the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem