Sun slowly rising and setting each day, taking with it thoughts
ruminating from morning to night, exuberantly noticing wonder
and awe of each new day.
Living through poetry and it's silent existence within this
mere poet, violins playing softly in the background, piano
then joining in to accompany it through intellect.
An appropriate ensemble of poetical thinking, encouraging
rhythms as they touch this mind with a purposeful energy
to keep going through another day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem