Silently writing while thoughts dance wildly about this
mind, enticing and alluring ideas to unfold from the
most unusual places.
Hiding within this mind of ingenuity, waiting to be fed
food of imagination's desires, wanting to be seen and
transferred into the reality of the light of this day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thoughts dance very silently in your beautifully drafted poem. Really very nice poem shared here.