Listlessly portraying life in words of poetry, sanguinely listening to their promises as I wait in expectant hopes for classical compositions, touching nerve endings of imagination.
Billowing clouds above, fingering notes as I playfully write and endure hours of concentration.
Following examples, taking moments to expand an idea, filling it with emotional tides and taking it for literate rides into nights of wisdom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem