Sitting alongside imagination's byways, watching self
delve into it's many mazes and creative paths, being regenerated and renewed with each passing second.
Living on top of an inner world of beauty and grace, tranquilly believing in peace and truth.
Allowing self to know these many particles of
subconscious worlds, and bring them to the surface to
be written about for all the world to see.
Atoms of imagination rotating and being retrieved for possibilities in life's huge plan.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem