Walking through my mind, touching upon images of
quiet times.
Relaxing serenely in desperation, awaiting memories
in past foyers.
Settling into vast wide open spaces, created by my
imagination, I roam, feeling extremely peaceful
and contemplative.
Life settles into pits of age, mellowing with each
passing day, allowing relief to bring me beyond
reality's life in awe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem