Being carried away on a cloud of tender music,
softly floating about my senses.
Tantalizing, pushing, prodding, mysterious-laden,
serenity fills me within.
Stacking feelings high into the atmosphere and
watching them drop - nondescript - onto the
hardened earth of man.
Twisting and turning away from the heat of
natural longing and desire, heavily cascading
down waterfalls of anxiety, piously fixated on
thoughts of dying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem