Wandering around my mind, watching ideas being created
and written down in areas of consciousness.
Feeling alive, sensing deeply within, a life borne of
talent, innately and beautiful.
Artful destiny sitting in poetry atop my mind, awaiting
fate's arms to wrap around me, bringing me into the
foreground of fame and riches in God's own time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem