Circular sounds spiraling around in my mind, tapping
out rhythms as they play.
Listening to the mysterious tones being coded as I
write into volumes of poetry.
Adhering to the particular movements coming into a
creative existence.
Intense and involved notes are completing every
sentence with intellect's capacity, and delving into
an innate knowledge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem