Melodies of bliss ruminate in spaces of time,
aggregating particles into pieces of tomorrow.
Allowable spatterings of talk echo through
centuries of ages, forming literature in small
nooks and caches of darkened caves and hidden
in minds of talented people who are overlooked
by most others.
Siphoning new series of thoughts onto pages of
books which will be read for eternities.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem