Walking through misty clouds, mysterious, with a touch
of clarity in between them, an essence of life is being
secreted in the savory aromas of flowering ideas.
Thoughts revolving into depths of another time when so
much younger and innocent, a truly remarkable and sig-
nificant way to encourage intellect.
Wanting it to become rhythms of tomorrow, unafraid of
circumstances that may come along every once in a while
just to play with my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem