Quietly riding over a mountainous desert, life held onto with-
out any interruptions or barriers standing in the way.
Interior and beautiful wonder, shyly peeking, nothing to com-
plain about in this moment of time, listening to the impetuous-
ness of this talented night.
Taking everything into the puzzle of life, pieces fitting to-
gether so perfectly, painting a portrait through words of in-
tellect as they flow from an interior waterfall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem