Attempting to beat the personal record of writing one
hundred twenty two poems in one day.
Taking on the mysterious fathoms of knowledge, going
sveltely into the subconscious mind.
All things being awakened in the mist of atmospheres
coming from another dimension and investigation.
Discovering interior purposes of all things arranged
in bouquets of inspiration.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely dear sir lovely Inspirational Bouquet thanks a lot