Disbelief falling in between measures of notes
and tones, being held gently in a delicate pose,
not wanting them to be misread or dropped on
their heads.
Headed into another sunset, heart beating to the
rhythms of another melody as it showers mind and
intellect, having a surplus of feelings as they
play around.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem