Jumping into dresses of rhythm,
calling to mind, adjacent focus of
fingerings on ivories of vision.
Planting seeds of creativity,
alongside logic and reason of
undetermined intelligence.
Seriously opining for novel
measures of integrity, causing
shifts in opposite ends of mind-
altering trends.
Sounds filtering through, giving
peace filled essences to minds
of intellect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem