Knowing that midnight holds an interior poetical process that's
always wanting to be touched in a harmonious accolade.
In the ebony darkness filtering into poetry, memories taunt and
tempt this mind in many notes, tempos and dreams.
All another facet that falls into a poet wanting some time alone
and being hugged through music only.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Midnight Holds An Interior Poetical Process' - True! The poem beautifully describes that.