Echoing through the years, filling pleasurable
moments with truths and honesty in mathematical
precision lent from dwellings of music in depths
of imagination.
Shouting from a soul in lengthening shadows,
secretly being impressed with loving memories of
yesterdays.
Hugging closely, feelings of emotion and worth,
titillating repressed ideas to consume me with
their attention.
Senses being tuned and refined just by listening
accumulatively through tears of this heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem