Silhouettes of symmetry stand before me in a morning sunrise,
set in perfect atmospheres, penetrating intellect in full bloom.
Visions shining into corners, showing images of what I'm thinking,
thoughts dropping like little leaves.
Falling from symmetrical tree branches, touching my mind with
fragrant ideas and maximizing senses so intrepidly and intensely
that I can hardly contain myself - and heart's emotions.
Musically filling me with intense rhythms, pushing all else from
within, playing my mind with notes of poetical silhouettes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem