Reciprocating elements traveling on undefined highways,
searching for places to mature and grow real in.
Dancing sideways to silent melodies, guides minds that
are traversing inner universes.
Likely panaceas unfold in a moment's notice, yet are
kept waiting several eternities before being allowed
to alter their relativity to imagination's abysses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem