Walking through a crystal garden, icicles dangling, snow-
flakes drifting slowly down upon earth, sparkling beauty
taking my breath away.
Watching it taking place in the creativeness of imagination,
creating playgrounds of the mind with fantasies filling this
poetical mind throughout life.
Listening to music while writing poetry incessantly every
single moment of life, enjoying the feelings of wonder and
accomplishment daily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem