Covering my tracks left in imprints on snowy fields of
photographic screens in a brain, not wanting anyone to
be able to follow these thoughts or points of view.
Allowing other's only a glance into workings of a mind,
leaving traces in the universe, knowing that they'll
never be attached or rekindled by another, because they
don't know the coded messages to portray in every verse
of prose that is written.
Loving every instance of this wonderland of mysterious
imagination born with and totally enjoying every moment
of life, even through the hardships that have been
endured.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem