Swimming downstream in a flood of tears, brought about by a
feeling of internal abandonment.
A gathering of sorts, spreads over my mind, expressing ideas
in detail for future inventions of solar development.
Accurately designing every portion needed in formulating the
measurements.
Straddling every nuance, rewriting whatever has been used in
the past and coding it into the present, fabricating it to
become available.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem