Marching straight into depths of music and its rhythms,
keeping one yearning and wanting to keep in tune and
time with measures of a poetical harmony.
In many more symphonies, having the time of life through
writing poetry and music, portraying every particle of
a poet's life.
One that's burning, aflame with the possibilities that
will continue to grow and blossom, coming into whatever
is being heard and seen interiorly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem