Reality lives on edges of inner circumferences,
watching everything that comes into view.
Similar ideas fall in line with the mind, trigg-
erring intellect as I stare into the future.
Waiting for all the impossibilities that are
being manifested within, knowing that life will
mimic inner thoughts.
Placing them into imagination, letting them
reflect fantasy, people not forgetting what is
being written for years into the future.
Pages of poetry will be kept in literature books
for many generations to come, satisfied with the
energy that will never die.
As long as it is being read by people all over the
entire world it will remain alive, vibrant. and
relevant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem