Reading pictures of past photographic memories, giving me an innate satisfaction of true beliefs, holding me together in times of infinite failure on a strangled path of life.
Easy going lines flowing so perfectly as though a river flowing through me in all directions.
Skyways of intense indignation following me down straight-aways, keeping the allocation of verse in certain periods of life, as I continue to free myself from all outer, earthly strings in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem