Settling into an evening of poetical musing
and writing, enjoying beats of rhythms that
constantly take this mind away.
Going into shadows of life hiding, at least
they think so, until they are written out
in prose in one journal after another.
Rising into the mountains of the desert and
finding the beauty and wonder in moments of
living.
Going into shadows of life is an amazing aspect. A brilliant poem is shared.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
just beautiful poetry I was in NEW JERSEY LAST WEEK had I known would have met thee