Rushing forward into blank spaces, wanting to make
them my own without being infringed upon by another's
ideas, ruining my senses of thought.
Contrary ideas falling into depths, creating the
essence of intellect with the absorbency of
instrumental music.
Touching inner feelings of hope and bringing faith
into it's entire circumference, holding forth the
light of tonight's thoughts.
So many images moving into the visions, marching to
rhythms, going ahead of me into tomorrow's stories
of the future.
Somnolent pastimes flowing into so many pictures of
nature's waterfalls, giving visions of eternity's
landscapes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem