Flowing through tunnels of thought, enjoying the
sensations they are providing through intense desires
of nature.
Beautiful, carefree ideas gently, softly lying in beds
of intellect, fulfilling themselves with particles of
symmetrical essences of being.
Touching and caressing every thought, creating one after
another then taking them into depths interiorly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem