Happily jouncing through quiet-filled morning hours, playing happily in corridors of memories, tempted by none and cloaked in sorrow.
Preferring to step and act in accordance with this wonderful day.
Flowering incessantly like small fireworks, words pop in my mind, gathering thoughts to images, creating poetry through acres of my soul.
Vast expanses in an inner universe all my own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem