Solitude and an ebony darkness entering rhythms being found among shadows of yesterday, finding soothing melodies that will continue to arrive.
Many measures of songs to be sung in this life, not to be left on sidelines of what's been reflected in mirror images seeming to last through an eternity that will not let go, only holding onto the essence of a future life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem