Desires running rampant, trying to locate places to
be set into.
Wanting bravely to be expressed in imprints of sandy
shores, willing to be taken away with ocean waves.
Falling upon beings of life for moments in time and
then aligning themselves with the beginnings and
endings of each new day at sunrise.
Spreading wings and soaring into magnificent heights
where desires can be quenched through the scents and
aromas of prose being written just for their express
wishes in life's tunnels of devotion and self-love.
Corresponding only to the effects of a purposeful
energy, flowing inside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem