Joyous motions filling inner renditions of compositions,
being traced from intellect and playing into the spaces
opening up for them.
Quietly reminiscing within, giving careful consideration
to all the particles of being as they revive themselves
every seven years.
Wonderful feelings filling me with their novel, individual
sensations, providing me with unending videos to outlast
life through literature of the future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem