I write beautiful poems in my quiet times,
Sign that the universe delivers in silence -
Great inspirations about love and dreams -
With a poetic virtuoso, I built my intelligence-
Which I use to attract imaginative awareness-
For the creative ideas brewing in my head -
Certainly, for I write about poetic greatness-
For this journey, quiet times is a poetic seed-
planted at night when the entire world sleeps -
Hopefully I will harvest before the world wakes-
The matured ones That quietly grows and creeps-
Beyond the reach of all poem hunters who takes-
Unguarded letters and affix them with poetic wings-
Wings powerful enough to take them very far away-
To the constellations where every dead poets sings-
Quiet hymns composed in honor of Maya Angelo allday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem