Hiding in passages, hidden in shadows of evening, sitting
back and watching with great interest at what is being
produced and created through intellect's imagination.
Approving sensually of everything that it's making my heart
feel, blooming effervescently and beautifully into gardens
of paradise imaginatively.
Combining significant images together with tones and tempos,
finding beauty forever in their visions as they saunter in
shadows of evening until dawn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem