Rhythms trigger thoughts, forming, shaping and developing
their designs and patterns.
Clipping and touching them just so, being carried into
depths of lifetime sunsets.
Hoping they will alter or keep death away from beings on
earth.
Occupying space, wanting only to be free to roam this
wide world, creating pathways into the future with hope
and joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem