Breaking like waves crashing, sending their white
foam into regions before me.
Reverberating essays of present items throughout
halls of poetry, traveling before me in sunlight
of days gone by.
Choosing speech of silent undertakings to present
views of innermost talent.
Presenting points of interest to inner workings of
a mind, sensing beautiful energy and boisterous
particles of knowing, included in diaries of post-
traumatic bliss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem