Calmly recognizing rhythms stroking themselves in
melodies of past environments.
Pleasant surprises opening up like blossoms of a
newly formed rose bud.
Gathering aromas and scents of everlasting beauty
into bouquets of sentences.
Pouring them all into the circumferences of every
poem, fulfilling their purpose when being written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem