Steady beats walking alongside a wandering, meandering poet, loving having lived in the peacefulness that always came through musical rhythms.
Standing off to the center, watching as life scattered pieces of its puzzle in all directions, finding shadows that followed it everywhere.
Tempting heart and mind to continue to exercise in the summer of our lives, but the Arizona sunshine made the weather way too hot for anyone to do so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem