Rocking to the rhythm of heavenly aromas filtering to
senses, sitting here listening to their sensations and
perceptions.
Feeling the fever of intense desire entering the rhythms
of self, joining them together in writing.
Solemnly anticipating the beauty of nature as it pops
into the equation, taking off on thoughtful tangents.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem