Lights shining into the darkness, leaving their impressions
upon whatever is in their pathways, dancers stepping on re-
flections of strobe lights moving rhythmically.
Swirling around the floor, enticing people to join them as
they swing into rhythmic music, delighted to hear it playing
in time with measures of the past, present and future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem