Twanging and twinkling, unusual rhythms are beating
in my head.
Rainbow colors changing hues as I write, keeping
time with the music.
Steady feelings and emotions filtering through the
beauty of intellect.
Collecting measures and notes into words of poetry,
selected and meaningful.
Tracing thoughts that fill my mind continually and
letting them create the poems I write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem