Staccato beats tapping at my mind, wanting doors
of intellect to open up, spilling out upon the
floor of my soul's heart.
Alluring feelings and emotions going into breeze-
ways of spirituality, cherishing and brandishing
beauty of interior landscapes with eulogies of the
past.
Reverberating through my mind, transfixed and wander-
ing on pathways, watching as clouds flow past over-
head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem