Swaggering invisibly through ponderous volumes of life, involving therapeutic ideas of complacency, while investigating purposes and truths of every day living -
with trouble on minds of strife.
Tranquilly anticipating moods of being, life pivots and
turns at every missing corner.
Without reverberating images from childhood we would
never know where or how we began and grew over the years
of our lives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem