Life stands silent as many ideas form in minds.
Always knowing just the right moment - when the
chimes ring out in unison, sending messages loud
and clear.
Roughly portraying all things in great detail,
planning on no one ever seeing a final test of
strength, it's being steals softly away.
No one ever finding or revealing it's entirety.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem