In the eyes of the world, hiding discreetly within pages of a
blank journal, not wanting to be disturbed when in realms of
an imaginational reality that dives directly into an open
sphere.
Writing poetry to the music being listened to, a feat that only
a few have been born with, making a poetical life the best in
the world when being read and appreciated by others all over
the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem