Life racing, tracing moments in reminders of yesterday's
memories, lulling spirits with echoes of many melodies
taking place in the beauty of another twilight in writing.
So many thoughts being placed into a melody that plays
incessantly and never stops as long as the beat goes for-
ward with another line of poetry, portraits and landscapes
continuing to unfold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem