Sleepily wandering through meadows and fields, feeling
free and independent, nothing holding me back, only
allowing incessant motion to continue into the future.
Lightened qualities of attitudes becoming on their own,
developing an essence that cannot be reproduced by any
other manner than through a poetical portrayal of what is
being seen and or happening right in front of me at this
very moment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem