Describing twilight during the morning is an approach of
intellect in the reverse.
Soundly discussing notes as they appear simultaneously
along with melody, abandoning rote of yesterday, in
favor of more bass toned ones.
Sliding along, pressing advantages of rhythm as they
continue to careen down pathways of excellence and
fortitude, leveling playing fields as they pass by.
Meeting and adhering together with an elite atmosphere
of delivery and spoken words, hidden in rhythm's code
of music.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a show of verse like that of a river that flows out to the sea from the middle....iip