Eyes watching, seeing every detail in the atmosphere
and environment intuitively, loving it while its de-
tails are happening all the time.
Signatures of past memories and people continuing to
be seen in depths of an interior peace and serenity
given by God to this mere poet.
Existing in landscapes and portraits of memories that
have been here throughout the years, hovering while
waiting for this poet to place them in poems one day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem