Returning from rims of life, falling into caverns without
hesitation.
Strangely treading along individual footpaths, simply
motioning cognitive thought into the picture.
Accentuating it all with complete abstractions finding
their way into lanes of cohesion during vital thought
creating itself in prose.
(10: 34 p.m. - 12/12/08)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem