Reposing in the darkness of what was once yesterday,
now the present has come abruptly into the light of
another morning.
Tomorrow looking back, fascinated at displays of
colors being counted in various types of pictures
that were painted and given life.
Having done so, through an enlightenment of innate
wisdom and knowledge through an industrious, innate
position of many musical melodies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem