Summer gusts of wind, blowing my mind in all directions, finding my way into many dimensions of mathematical formulas.
Accelerating toward pathways of ingenuity, hoping I may attain a breath of fresh air before I expire in a cloud of dust.
Seasoning nature as it falls into line with becoming attitudes of stubbornness, hanging onto life lines of believing so I may pass from earth to the hereafter without missing a beat of my heart in spacious moments of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem