Delicately forming beautiful thoughts and ideas, as they
raise poetical spirits to heights of an imaginational
reality throughout an everlasting photographic memory.
It climbs interior mountains, reaching upward, touching
clouds drifting overhead, always there to sooth hearts
with enjoyable sounds of color, being displayed in mind
and intellect, wandering into recesses of tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem