Reaching through woods and forests of thoughts, singling out
a few that are attuned to what's about to be written, patterns
and designs standing out musically in rhythms.
Matching rapidly paced ideas forthrightly, then being induced
by rhythms of penetrating tempos and instruments being played
and orchestrated in symphonies and rhapsodies of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem