Scented atmospheres of creativity are laden with ideas
and concepts in and through intellect and its bountiful
forces of nature.
Watching, searching for tantalizing moments of life as
it's cherished in hidden halls and tunnels of recreation,
adjusting, rearranging, taking purposeful steps.
Flowing into the twilight of another day in order to fin-
alize moments that will soon be used up and other-worldly
horizons open up to interior universes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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