Beautiful morning, overcast sky with black and gray storm
clouds, reminding me of New Jersey when much younger.
Living in an imagination of yesterday, photographically
imagining it's essence and texture in an atmosphere back
then.
Feeling moistness touching my skin even now, enjoying
feelings as they bring me into a landscape of pictures-
que scenery.
Attuning it with intellect without any problem, loving how
I can do this among so many other things, enjoying the God-
given talent I was born with.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem