Beating of drums peeling layers off of rhythms as they step up and into many moods of happiness while thinking and taking innate talent and writing it into poetry incessantly.
Flowing into the universe where it's read and taken seriously without any doubt of what they're about, signing measures of each one as it combs through a poet's mind.
Exercising brain, mind, intellect easily and fully, taking off like a rocket ship into outer orbits of poetry beyond this wonderful earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem