Triggering Sparks Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Triggering Sparks
Quiet, silently sitting in a corner, alone with thoughts
while listening to classical Indian music.
Rapping rapidly, rising into this mind with a flamboyant
rhythm, taking me soaring towards another dimension,
holding onto a conscious feeling of intense melody.
Sun blazing into the room, lighting my mind and triggering
sparks of intellect to write from.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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