Rushing into the sacredness of evening, when music and rhythms
begin to do their mystical celebrations of life all through
the day.
Finding significant treasures to cherish through this earthly
life, taking time to have a part in it's creativity while
sitting and writing within rhythms and tones of the reality
of imagination for hours on end, never tiring at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem