Leaves of apprehension fall over my vision, caressing
it's thoughts with peaceful recognition and substance.
Inspiration floats, covering me with anticipation and
brevity as I continue to write through all types of
feelings and significant meanings.
Improvising, matter-of-factly, as literal derivations
co-exist cohesively, adjacent to leaves of apprehension
as they cover me with autumnal secrecy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem