Retrieving memories, having them culminate in orbs of
pantomime, seeking rainbows to paste onto blank pages
of yesterday.
Searching tranquilly for inner peaceful knowledge,
wanting badly to find someplace to become in silence.
Enfolding inner desires, hoping to be fulfilled,
wishing for answered prayers as life passes alongside
me.
Traveling on towards moments of interior design,
dedicated to future omens in destiny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem