Riding syncophant beats into the evening, enjoying their feel against my mind.
Perpetrating a rhythm gathered within, being arranged and set in floral bouquets of music set in lace-like doilies.
Carefully stitched in my mind with delicate heart-beats and spiritual lightness, illuminating all of inner wisdom as midnight draws nearer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem