Standing in atmosphere's of lively anticipation,
expecting poetical excitement to create anew,
scents of musical perfume.
Satisfying desires of inherent symphony-like
moods of serenity, increasingly pleasant to
hear.
Adjudicating life into realms of destinical
talent, rehearsing forever to become a major
participant in reality's rectangles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem