Intensifying chords taking me beyond this world and into interior
dimensions, holding fast to tempos as they gather a mind of innate
thoughts into bouquets of poetry.
Instilling beauty of a lifetime through nature, touching upon every
attitude of yesterday, it's fruition having come full circle at last,
giving pleasure a place to relax for a time.
Nothing left to do, but take it's place in annals of history, await-
ing the passing of this mere poet writing this little poem for the
time being, not knowing when this little mere life will be over.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem