Signaling to synapses, trying to decipher interpretations of musical repertoires for tomorrow's anticipated prose.
Selected antiphons carry omens of delightful energy, posting edicts along every avenue of nature, wafting scents towards my mind.
Folding compactly, with a precision of unequaled quality, aspiring to a greatness held inside with a solemn contempt for life and it's trials.
Suffering counts for nothing, yet it is everything in God's plans for us and our purposes throughout living and our lifetimes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem