Following rhythmically with ivories of my mind,
stretching many thoughts, fitting them with every
beat in measures of visions.
Calculating time in motion as it blends with words
of artful poetry, taken from shelves of my memory
and placed on pages where many people may read
them on a leisurely afternoon of rain.
(10: 33 a.m. - 11/14/08)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem