Wandering, roaming dusty trails of yesterday, stretching
imagination in all directions, watching landscapes as
they're being perused by mind and intellect while writing.
An escape from the dull routines that keep one stuck in the
mire of doubts and fears throughout the many years of this
earthly life.
Looking forward, always to the enchantment of fantasy and
imagination, feeling scents of a bountiful nature being
nurtured by humanity mostly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem