Achieving a serenity that always placates minds and in-
tellect in this world, taking this poet into an intense 
world of poetical music and rhythms.
One that constantly pulls reason and logic out of the 
atmosphere and into pictures of thought, leaving this 
poet in a million moments of time.
Moments that contain a myriad of thoughts, and meanings 
that gather together in blissful sounds of "Rock Me Momma", 
my favorite song to write to.
Like a wagon wheel, thoughts go in a circular repetition
going around in the atmosphere, finding new ideas to be
written.
Like going into a field of daisies that gently bow to 
these coded rhythms in evenings of a wonderful measure of
time.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem