Little ones dancing around, doing and making up their own innocent
steps in life, challenging the music to bring rhythms that open
their minds and intellects.
Continuing to roam in measures of rhythms feeling the energy of
their pure hearts and souls upon the pages of their little selves,
making instantaneous moves into the heavenly scents and aromas as
colors continue to burst their essence held captive all night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem