Rhythms tangling in and and out of neurons and synapses,
taking pictures and laying them about on photographic
screens to last forever in this life.
Wrapping them like so many treasures as they're cherished
throughout the years, feeling their presence in many forms
of emotions.
Using them along with musical rhythms as they take us on a
trip down memory lane, never lonely because the rhythms are
on a trip down memory lane.
Never lonely because the rhythms are in measures of time
that stay with us no matter what happens in this life
on earth, careful to be caught up in spheres of memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem