Coasting through memories as they open and blossom like
flowers of life that hold so much of what this poet has
lived in and throughout this entire life.
Waking and being right in the center of everything both
poetical and musical, never tiring of either of them,
for they bring such joy and happiness to this poetical soul.
Nothing can ever convince this poet to stop writing, reason
being because that's the essence of who and what this mere
poet is and has been all through life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem