Energy building like a locomotive racing down the tracks
at midnight, taking people into an ebony beauty that holds
puzzle pieces of life's mysteries.
Sashaying into moods of positive affirmations each laid
out on tables in dining cars, reaching into depths of
tomorrow, hoping for pleasurable returns on interior in-
vestments of spirituality that continues down lanes of
solidarity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another excellent poem, dear RoseAnn....10+++++