Racing to keep up with efforts of fast-paced rhythms, calling out to hold on and move further into the spotlight, chilling the after effects of intelligent abilities.
Searching altogether, knowing which direction to travel so I can always find my way home in the edges of night.
Soundly collecting all matters of beauty, trying to bring together whatever comes into the light before night is over.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem