Sitting in a straight-backed chair,
wandering around in my mind and
enjoying whatever I create.
Set deeply in cooperative regions of life.
Watching, unnoticed by anyone, as each
person comes and goes, leaving auras and
impressions of themselves to gather and
write into another poem.
Adding to my repertoire, satisfying only
inner desires of my own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem