2: 23 p.m.
Wriggling along, finding places to show off their
splendor, thoughts appear and disappear, hoping
to make a difference in what I write and think
all the time while listening to music.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful state of mind is expressed here with a little question and doubt, which is nature of mind (always with an apprehension) ..... well narrated