Living in a temporary stance, waiting for finality to arrive,
so I don't have to amount to any other's opinions.
Giving out stanzas of yesterday's music, hoping to just
remember what that entails.
Covertly speeding across acres of moist pastures, left wet
with rain from a few days ago.
Never saturating life as it becomes non-existent in just a
moment of eternal time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem