Singular and solitary, ideas are flowing energetically
down the straightaway, taking no turns right or left.
Focusing on intensity of rhythms being played in depths
of melodies, traipsing down lanes of yesterday.
Bringing back memories that were forgotten and are now
opened and being relived.
All reminders of visions from back then are being taken
into wide open fields.
There blossoms of life's gardens are ready and willing
to take them in once and for all today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem