Passing fancies not coming close to me, preferring more permanent ideals.
Holding them in my heart, knowing they'll never depart, keeping me whole, enjoying past memories forever through writing.
Still finding the sensations and titillating extrasensory projections from within depths of my entire being.
Solving problems of every day matters without any interference from without.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem