Walking down trails of the past, ones left etched in this
photographic memory, all details, thoughts and ideas are
permanently etched upon its screen.
This mind and intellect then creates, forms and translates
directly from rhythms and music into poetry, writing helps
this poet stay focused.
Taking meanings totally into lines of poetry, able to ex-
plain anything in a poem at least that's what others seem
to believe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem