Exercising, building mind into a new way of thinking, placing
intellect along sidelines of lengthy roads of melodies that
grasp and hold onto this poet.
Taking and pulling everything into and onto a photographic
screen where sight and sound are let free to roam and discover
colors of everything that can be written into poetry.
Placing it all into active motions of a quiet intellect that
continues to bounce up and down without leaving behind a single
tear of sadness tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem