Pictures hanging on interior walls in hallways of memories,
left in spirals upon the interior of each sphere, holding
them photographically.
Cherished, treasured for every moment that I alone am alive
in this temporary earthly life, forever watching, portraying
and touching upon nature and humanity.
All of it kept compacted, intact and easily brought out into
the open from spheres of intellect, all of it what I've seen
and done throughout the years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow you are such a genius with your poetry rose