Bouncing around, integrating beats of rhythm with
those of melody.
Fine shores playfully categorizing rhythms as it
flows from tops of ocean waves, rays of sunshine
and winds of fate.
Lost horizons are constantly being found without
reaching too far into the future of destiny.
Lasting coercion stands aside while life stanzas
flow through onto stages of musical horizons,
betraying thought idling on edges of imagination,
as it proves itself in tantamount manners of self.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem