Appealing to this mere poet are musical rhythms that
are sequenced in measures of rhythms as they bring
many thoughts to mind.
Feeling basics of life are adequate and simple, being
the only thing that sinks in depths of this mere poet,
landing on pillows of silk and satin.
Nothing getting in the way of what needs to be done in
writing poetry for messages hidden in poetry, to be
read by people that God chooses to touch on this earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem