Pounding rhythms vibrating my soul with fervor and joy.
Slicing into dreams of future horizons with bluest
memories tearing in my eyes, pulling me into a reverie,
thinking backwards in time.
Sighing with comfort, easing myself into a reclining
chair so I may relax in the arms of bluest memories
while being immersed in tear-filled ideas, abounding
in the universe eternal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem