Echoes shouting back and forth between canyon walls of
imagination, hurtling voices of rhythms and poetry every
where.
Shouting and yelling, listening to them reverberate,
causing quite a stir here on the ground.
As my mind soars above, taking in sights and seeing echoes
rise and fall in volumes just like tides of ocean's in the
world.
Behaving like a child, enjoying these echoes as they remind
me of childhood, so pleasant.
Many memories taking their time to be remembered as I write
this all into a poem for others to read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
liked these lines........echoing something deep......