Depths of my soul burn within, pivoting inside with the
tranquility of past scenes in childhood.
Marching dancily throughout ancient history of a clouded
sanity, pressed toward the reckoning of absolute joy and
conquested beauty of nature.
Peaceful inner desires, craving for notice and incredible
insight.
Fortunately unending depths of eternal recitals brought
forth onto outer pages of a mind's almighty books.
Trudging onward through sands of literature, binding
endless moments into one grey section of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem