Racing with my mind against time, rhyming rapidly to
rhythms, enjoying the faster pace, going like a jet
into outer atmospheres.
Although my mind seems to be going even faster through
intellect, chasing ideas in hand, allowing them the
finest places in poetry.
Calmly introducing thoughts mixed and intertwined with
illuminated designs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem