Coquettish smiles peeking about, looking through
measures of time as they flow like tides along-
side rhythms of music.
A wide circle of energy being pulled into whirlpools
of intellectual enticement in moments of beauty and
a childish innocence.
One that takes up an entirety of space upon an in-
tellectual level never seen before, revving up and
heading out to oceans of music's melodies as they
rise, fall and crash against this mind's edges of
tomorrow and beyond.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem