Reasoning and logic effervescently capturing minds in
realms of poetical rhythms as they're being written in-
to journals for future words in a song.
Oftentimes, taking time to split and walk in another
direction, not ever worrying about interior facets of
another bouquet of thoughts in proper nouns.
Flowing downstream with rivers of peaceful measures
of time, wanting to be made extraordinary through
rhythms and tempos.
Criss-crossing into silent futures of another yesterday
as it turns and changes direction, going in opposite
ways of others just to see new ideas and times.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem