Mind galloping through the desert of thoughts, carefully
looking them over, deciding instantaneously which ones
will match with others.
Giving meaning and expression to poetry, relying on my
intellect constantly, knowing it never ails me even when
sick or dying, aiding in every respect, my life interiorly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My life interiorly! Nice piece of work.