Foot tapping, fingers playing a piano in this mind, bringing
a soothing peace into intellect, deriving a sense of tran-
quility from it as it tangles itself in synapses.
Weaving thoughts into the very fabric and essence of this
poetical world that's being lived in on an incessant basis,
leaving this world to live beyond it in another dimension.
No one actually knowing where this poet's traveled to, but
sights are captivating an interior energy of this poetical
soul's spirit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem