Solitary pages of time lying blankly in piles of
verse until rhythms of music are focused upon them.
Lighting their essence with a glowing brilliance
of purpose and ingenuity, reaching into depths of
intellect with absent liabilities.
There are plenty of interesting concepts to be
developed, solid and streamlined, always taking
roadways into beautiful landscapes.
There finding wonder, enticing splendor of another
aspect of life, awe taking the place of pastel
thoughts.
Curiosity forges it's way to the forefront of an
interior intellect and imagination, softening the
roads into clay for easier travel in another's mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem