Shadows of rhythms are now playing in mind, feeling
syncopation in rhymes of an energizing desire that I
wish to deny, because it will not suit me in the long
run.
Leaving reminders behind on floors of desert plains,
nothing to be gotten by keeping them alive, only
heartache and suffering will become of them.
Never into a future will they be able to fit into the
puzzle of life at any time while I am still alive.
Careful to not divulge their essence to another soul,
knowing that it will do no one any good in this time
and place in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem