Swaying with rhythms of beauty, unfolding, taking me to new heights, writing incessantly with tremors of passion filling me interiorly.
Giving me peace and acknowledgement of my life yesterday, tomorrow and today.
Holding hands with melodies of old, taking me into patterns, newly formed right before my eyes and fitting perfectly into screens of photographic scenes filled with images ingratiating themselves to my soul and beyond.
Following instincts all along roads of interior delight and co-existing with art and masterpieces of life, tallying efforts of beautiful memories.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem