Singly alone in the midst of a crowd of people, writing,
keeping pace with the music as life continues to revolve
within.
Attuned to poetry that's continually and incessantly
being written, acutely aware and alert to emotions and
feelings of other people.
Reason and logic in the foreground, touching upon in-
tellect, saturating my mind perfectly with an interior
rhythm and melody.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem