Wafting my way are winds of elusive beauty filling the environment with aromas of heaven.
Throwing thoughts like dice on a craps table, hoping to come up with a winning combination of words to place in poems of natural curiosity.
Watching the world around me being blown in all directions, not caring what is torn asunder by it's grasp.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem