Birds of a feather fly together its been said over the
years, just like minds come together in individual
thoughts, silently mingling in mountainous forests and
deserts.
Biding their time to be written down in poetry, music
tantalizing this poetical brain as it translates it
mysteriously through rhythms, notes, tones and tempos
into poem after poem day and night in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem