Waveringly wonderful, this exotic burst of tumultuous
emotion issuing forth from adjacent pockets of deeply
felt realization.
Staunchly beginning each moment with creative thoughts
while balancing on edges of invention.
Quietly sensing heaviness inside that will not be
fading in my own time.
Seeing a certain troubled stare working it's way into
images frayed at their beginnings, knowing soon all
life will be tucked away with antiques of old.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem