Opening doors steadily, always looking for passages leading
to truths of a future destiny.
Finding picture puzzle pieces coming together automatically
and instantaneously, no problems connecting to ideas nor
abstract concepts.
Older and wiser, letting them all combine and blend within
intellect, becoming the story of life in prose, writing
everything known and learned in this innate mind.
All of it taken, unafraid of anything standing in the way
of fate, giving imagination a fantastic immunity to all of
life and it's turmoil.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem