Opening and closing doors and windows of my mind, letting
in a variety of thoughts.
Allowing them to gather together and make a concentrated
effort to collect the parameters of life to be absorbed
in the particles of intellect.
Sensing the shapes and forms that need to be shaped and
formed into the pieces needed to fill empty spaces left
over from yesterday's past good times, never more to be
repeated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem