Walking in time with rhythm held closely inside,
dictating moods of joy and happiness through life.
Standard peculiar orders of definitions appear
from invisibility on notions and ideas.
Languishing on beds of silken satin and lace,
creative forces are charged with an electric sense
of wonder and awe at everything in sight.
Jocular images frolic and play before my mind's
eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an extra-ordinary poem, i like it