Silent, still inside becoming a sphere of the future, seeing
it as it unfolds gently and incessantly like an invisible red
carpet in this mind.
Coasting downhill, hair flying, giving freedom of life and a
strong liberty of this soul, a creative focus taking hold yet
letting its process continue unheeded and straight forward.
Lifting spirits, joy and happiness increasing a hundredfold
with energy fully and totally throughout the day, feeling the
appeasement that's being constantly turned into serenity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem