Interiorly dwelling in a dimension of creativity that has developed and been created innately within.
Combining feelings, senses, emotions and thoughts together into an uncanny developmentally arranged cadence explaining everything in the end.
Doing so perfectly, being attuned to an interior spirituality,
that feels so right while listening to music and writing poetry
simultaneously.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem