Talent sits upon shelves of minds, awaiting it's time in the spotlight.
Factoring in precise moments of artistic value as it emerges from within depths of creative individuals.
Placating interior doubts, shining astride a knowing of worthwhile endeavors.
In the end, never being realized until death has taken us from the circle of talent on earth to perform instead for God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem