Gliding slickly into patterns designed by the
stubbornness held closely within my soul.
Never departing from the interior bliss that
comes along once in a while.
A deafening sound, piercing my heart with it's
lonesome voice, leaving me hanging loosely in
winds of destiny.
Never losing the hold it has on me throughout
life, kicking all contrary insipidness to the
side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem