11: 59 a.m.
Recognizing patterns as they unfold into beautiful designs,
falling across sight, alighting in the essence of musical
poetry.
Nothing else can compare as it touches the very heart of
this being, while in the background motorcycles are revving.
All of it energizing spirits of contemplation, hidden within,
joining playthings of modern intellect as imagination brings
them into view, solemn and tantalizing to this soul.
12: 00 p.m.
(10/25/14)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem