Drinking in the beauty of life through every poem written
to rhythms and music being listened to.
Evening out the rough and shoddy splinters of pain, loss,
sorrow and abandonment that we get stung with in life.
Holding onto the essence of our interior natures and
innate gifts, showing the world who we are, truly children
of God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Drinking in the beauty of life through every poem written to rhythms and music being listened to' so beautiful, would be wonderful yet sad if every poem was so beauty, so I feel must tackle realities of our time, which makes the serenity and peace of your poem even more delightful :)