Imagination flowing out like a waterfall in mountains
of the soul, living in the loneliness of yesterday.
Faces of wonder and beauty fulfilling an artistic imagery
flowing out from within a tantalized heart and mind.
Moving in throes of diversity, missing steps of an earlier
time in this world, traveling alone into the future.
Aware, alert and totally into rhythms of intensely curious
situations, never stopping to remember what life used to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem