Finally allotting songs to inner turmoil from yesterday's thoughts.
Coming together with widened tones, supporting all voices heard.
Whispers fall and rise as wisdom of ages flows from ancient songs.
Silencing benefits of all reminders left in images of my mind.
Discovering the best of imagined patterns, letting them fall onto screens of picturesque landscapes created just now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem