12: 07 p.m.
Sensing hopes being fulfilled as times passes by,
sensuous desires pressing inside.
Allured by rhythms being played with an expertise
of intellect and it's collective mind.
Exercising and bringing together the beauty of
simple things, compiling it all in a poem. 12: 08 p.m.
(10/25/14)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem