In synch with the environment, taken aback by it's splendid beginnings as day folds into night, capturing it's essence for all time.
Staccatoly recharging rhythms with effervescent volume, denigrating motion and placing it altogether into pots of enameled feelings for tomorrow's memories as they outlast living, being exposed totally in an ever-changing mode of existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem