Racing quietly and quickly into many lines of prose at
the very first tone of every song heard within spheres
of intellect.
Ink falling steadily upon many pages, letting the whole
world know what is in a mind.
An explicit and profound desire to always be present to
the logic and reasoning of the entire universe.
Listening to it's beautiful rhythms mixing and blending
with an essence and being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem