Sourceless voices-echo in my mind
Heatless fires-eat away at my soul
Invisible landscapes-play out like scenes before my eyes
My body resides here on earth-but my mind wanders elsewhere
Out of sync-with reality
Oblivious-to its surroundings
My body lies dormant-withering away
While my mind lives and drifts through immortal fantasy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
While my mind lives and drifts through immortal fantasy Supreme thought. Keep writing.