Music playing from the good old days as we're enjoying the sounds of yesterday, wanting Dad and Mom to dance, but they've both gone out, wanting to be alone together.
Matching and finding energy to be combined and lived in signatures of what used to bring meaning to their hearts and souls back then.
Sounds of rock and roll always backing them up in rhythms, lyrics flowing, tickling their minds and hearts with beats as they dance to their feelings of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem