Mind strumming interior feelings with chords of timeless
achievements as they are being made and recognized, slight-
ly touching upon senses of sight and sound.
Swimming delightfully in tones of every chord, enticing
rapidly with beats of an interior desire, bringing emotions
quietly to the surface where they're being expressed shyly
and brought out into the open to be written into prose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem