Quiet, unstable feelings stirring beneath the surface,
giving thoughts a reason for being a part of life as
they try to explain attitudes of yesterday.
Attempting to blend them with today on horizons of the
future, wanting the beauty of life to be handed into
doily's of curiosity.
Settling and exploring in foundations of music and its
rhythms, being blessed in the underground ideas of a
serene contemplation.
Capturing insight through an innate sixth sense without
ever being complex or complicated, a sincere and complete
episode of a perfect rhythmic life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem