Rocking into the afternoon, totally enjoying what I'm
doing.
Particles of puzzles, falling into places of intellect,
combining together, soaring into atmospheres of other dimensions, and opening up constantly before
imagination.
Solemnly taking every rhythm seriously, holding on to
them and closely feeling every note being processed
through each melody as it's being sung.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Particles of Puzzle, an apt title for this poem of wonderful imagery!