Thoughts like royalty rise, showing off their gems to
the world through poetry, periods of lavish experiences
filed quickly in recesses of intellect.
Clouds lining ideas with their silken essence, floating
on air currents, trinkets ringing like little bells in
the darkness.
Leaving little reminders that they have been there and
settled their emotions and feelings with diamonds, gold
and jewels.
Arranging them like crowns worn by princes, princesses,
kings and queens throughout an interior history no one
else has ever found out about.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem