Sanctioning purposes throughout this day, giving such
pleasure in writing, barely being interrupted the
entire day.
Falling into games of rhythm and rhyme, delicately sending
sounds in and out of every poem being written.
Nothing stopping from thinking faster and faster through
intellect and it's wonderful ecstasy, feeling the longing
of belonging consuming with an effervescent energy lighting
the way.
Never dividing attention with anything else around, signing
the ends of each and every poem with times, dates, and name.
All fatal to anyone wanting to plagiarize anything ever
written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem