Quickly beating rhythms into my mind, enjoying the feelings
it brings, sensing it's fantastic attitude of delivery from
complacent desires hidden deeply within.
Not being reached, touched infrequently with a nonchalance
of beginning pride.
Taken away from social divisions by incessant plagiarisms
without an entity, and no delivery of anticipation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem