Being an anomaly in this earthly life, totally enjoying
it, a poetical rebel, doing whatever happens to fill
this mind through writing.
Turning inner energy up and lighting it afire, making
some noise and being heard so silently in verses of
poetry all through life.
Moments of joy, sadness, sorrow, loss and abandonment
through death, all come into their own through musical
measures of poetry and rhythms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Using words to paint emotions and fleeting thoughts, forever. Nice.