Silently, absently, watching people come and go, placing
thoughts in intellect, gently, delicately like a seed
growing, maturing out of sight, in moments of measured time.
Conceptualizing, configuring, developing thought processes
indefinitely, procuring mathematical formulas for the next
phase in depths of my poetical little world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem