Melodies being softened in this twilight evening, hoping to find rhythms as they alight cautiously in depths of this mind, their memories colliding inside of every thought.
Liking the slow movement as they hold and caress this heart, trying to revive its safe and vibrant beating, keeping time with music playing on stage, melding with dancers on the floor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem