Challenging mother nature to deter me, throwing everything
she had in the form of gusts and gales of strengthening
wind.
Not letting it get in my way or bother me, sitting right
here in the middle of the mix, nothing getting in the way
of writing my heart out.
Ready to be energized and kept in a steady turmoil of
rhythm, as it takes me down into myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem