Standing aside, watching patterns of humanity as they try
and test what they are being challenged with all through
the years of a lifetime.
Sensing interior feelings and emotions as they become known
through poetry and music, wondering about sensations that
arrive in timely manners.
Never really knowing what will be encased within them, yet
a loss of death creating feelings of abandonment, loneliness,
and sorrow, not knowing how to get through their intensity.
Tears falling, not caring that life is falling down around
this poet while writing and listening to rhythmic beats of
melodies and harmonies throughout the years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem