Being rousted out of a dull and boring life by words,
their meanings and definitions as they are written.
Appearing quietly in sentences of poetry as rhythms
are silently being composed to go along with poems.
Poetical lines being written one after another, watch-
ing sunrises, not looking where they are going, being
too busy with living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem