Strutting melodies easily taking me along trails of
deserts in arid places of my mind.
Secret corners taking me into them without fear that
I will ruin their beauty.
Always leaving no imprints as I come and go freely,
leaving thoughts outside of deserts on papers filled
with poetry.
Heart stationed rhythmically in every tempo, letting
it begin it's soothing race in literature, finding
it's way to the finish line time and again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem