Warmth of an interior energy holds this heart, giving it the
honesty of feelings being touched by scents of tomorrow's
destiny.
Always walking in forests of what may be shown or known on
tomorrow's sunsetical shore filled with a magic as it combs
through this mind.
Taking words, sentences and emotions in an order known only
to this poetical brain's intellect and placing it all onto
an interior photographic memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem