Angles and spheres curving themselves into my mind, being
arranged just so in lines of poetical music that I love
so much to compose.
Rectangularly circling intellect on tip-toe, intriguing
intensely as I watch notes and tones fall into rhythms
of a poetical essence.
Side-stepping barriers and limits in order to assimilate
the final product of an intellectual bliss, hoping to
share it with the world eventually.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem