Circling my mind, searching for any messages that may have been lost during tunes I hid within my writing.
Tossing envelopes, emptying them quietly into pools of thought, swimming among them, finding the ones felt closely, finitely to my heart.
Sincerely choosing to slide along sidewalks, undetected while they're shown on inner screens, containing the mysteries of contemplative inner workings of my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem