Purple hues of yesterday's sunsets sit on my mind,
reliving it's vibrant hues as it settles distinctly
into my soul where it can always be shown on screens
of subconscious joy.
Keeping happiness in check, yet allowing freedom to
roam and create ideas, forming even now in abscesses
of caverns and abysses.
Locating fibers of pre-eminent fame, collecting them
in scrapbooks of my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem