Dedicated to K., a slice of heaven soaking in rhythms being
played by his Dad and the rest of the band, dancing on edges
of a wagon wheel as it spins and circles life in intense
motions.
Ones that affect the beauty, surrounding and captivating
every thought, needing them to make each song recite life
in peaceful elements of lyrics.
Throughout this temporary life, touching the essence of
forever in measures of music for just a moment in time,
taking it home, wanting to keep them closely in dreams
of sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem