Twanging rhythmically in my mind, waking emotions and ideas, combining them with one another through time immemorial.
Closeness, coming together in blended spirits, taking time to dance and compose life stories through poetry.
Flying into atmospheres never seen before, yet seeming familiar to my brain.
Watching rhythms twist and turn as they collaborate interiorly, striking beginnings of vestiges, including many definitions being written on paper.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem