Cautiously moving into outer realms, wanting to find comfort
in writing without stopping or being interrupted.
Lively feelings caressing interiorly, softening the blows
dealt by life.
Taking precedence, writing bringing joy in an abundance of
serenity.
Never being lonely in life, only when wanting to be so as to
experience all of it's feelings to place into prose time
after time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem