Listening to sounds of nature being played enchantingly into
this mind, titillating senses, touching souls with wonderful
pictures of the world.
Never being seen, now being imagined in picturesque thoughts
of wonder and beauty striking chords within, bringing hearts
on pathways of lilting truths.
Blossoms of honesty bloom incessantly in intellect with
blessings of imagination's intense beginnings, culminating
in my ending.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem