Living in desert sands, hearing echoes of another time rising
in nightly storms filled with dust swirling about.
An atmosphere of lively curiosity that never shuts down, just
keeps moving forward, in step with tomorrow's visions.
In life, they come together like pictures of what is to come
in the future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A remarkable write, RoseAnn👍👍👍