Wanting to express every thought in poems of beautiful
essences of roses.
Wandering, always through sections of every movement,
keeping time with others stepping into laid-back cycles
of earthly splendor.
Sitting in jeans, feeling at ease, stretching exclusively
the boundaries of imagination, taking in every nuance and
expression of facial enticements.
Living alongside the ever flowing rhythms of easy living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem