Lengthening shadows of yesterday's memories lead me into pools of sorrow, where I can wade through their images and feelings, holding on to heart-felt emotion with an energy of rhythm.
Signals portray sentences filled with words leading me into forests of newly created literature bound for someone to read in future books.
Listening closely, heeding meanings with wisdom's guidance and easy-going pace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem