Voices singing, coming quietly into my environment like whispers
of past memories, once asleep deep in subconsciousness.
Soaring into the atmosphere, creating many ideas, forming them
from crystal tears and placing them carefully where they'll find
a lifetime to spend in writing their way out.
Expansively incorporating all senses of definition being used
through emotional prose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem