Night and day being lived in rhythms, creating so many
thoughts and ideas to write to, soon to be composing
them into the wonder and beauty of everything in this
time and place.
Placing it all in music and poetry wandering in and out
of misty lanes of yesterday, taking over wanton desires
that keep escaping minds instead of the truth of living
and love right now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem