Feeling lonesome, not really minding, because I can just
begin writing to ease it's pain within when picking up a
pen.
Bluened atmosphere engulfing me, taking me down pathways
of serenity and peace, nothing here to bother me at all,
feeling free at last.
Significant and positive feelings filling me fully in
depths of the Divine, helping me to find my way through
life's turmoil.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem