Frolicking through melodies as feelings jump and jive to music precise and exact.
Likenesses to some visions of the past take over fundamental judgments of literature.
Nothing coming close to precise rhythms of togetherness, kept closely, fitting with utmost care into corners of abysses.
Folding over many ideas, keeping with traditional exercises of tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem