Mind focusing on the future, delving into aspects of its destiny that takes its time in melodies of chance.
Designing omens of a lifetime in chance moments that flow along rhythms as they find their way out onto the floor.
Finding a life that needs to have love and comfort from a true love, but one is never found in this life, because human beings are fickle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem