Readily falling into this morning's rhythm, letting it
carry interior melodies into the atmosphere.
Believing in possibilities of an immediate rendezvous
with a beautiful landscape of thoughts, already having
been collected on shores of intellect.
Surprising ideas, forming exhilarating designs of
future poetry, descending rapidly in succession, notes
falling from imagination, composing words needed in
writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem