Soothing rhythms fill my being with a particular feeling
of serenity as I gaze into imagination's depths.
Feeling around empty dark spaces where I can create any-
thing I happen to want with no boundaries to mar the way.
Life-sustaining ideas, filling pages fully throughout
days and nights of life everlasting.
Paying dues, quietly in sorrow's vise-like grasp every
day, feeling it's grip upon my heart and mind as I
write out of it daily without repose or hesitation,
continually.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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