Under the pale moonlight, listening to sparkles of
an interior joy and happiness that takes these feet
stepping out on the dance floor.
Many times throughout the night, love unfolding like
a blossoming rose that cannot wait to open up, scent-
ing the atmosphere so gently on purpose.
A tranquility of an interior heart and soul, as life
keeps moving with love into the night while going
home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem