Walking into sunlight, water splashing and crashing
against sandy shores, giving sight so much pleasure.
Comforting this soul, soothing frazzled nerves and
forming picturesque images and landscapes.
Painting portraits through words of poetry filled
with sights, sounds, senses, colors designs, lines,
patterns and angles.
All automatically being arranged in an order known
only to an interior innate knowledge and wisdom
that formulates equations of portraits into words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem