Totally concentrating on the outlines of effervescent
rhythms as they twirl and move in the middle of another
band playing for a senior dance.
Particular pigments of an outside influence penetrate
and cast about beneath shadows of death and remembrance.
Towering above earth, crystal pools cascade into the
ground, opening up portals of rivers hidden beneath the
earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem