Racing around curves of mountains, feeling adrenaline drinking
up the essence of this poet, an innate talent stepping up to
the plate with rhythms of original peace and tranquility.
Wanting to keep pace with the ability that has been given by
God at the moment of conception, being freed and let go, finding
a true experience that breathes new life into this mere poet.
Energizing totally, enjoying moments of rhythms as they race up
and down measures of musical time, nothing less can exercise mind
and intellect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautifully crafted poem. Truly heartwarming. 5 stars*****