Beats touching my soul, swaying my mind in time with
calm recognition of life's shores as I walk along
country pathways leading to ocean views eventually.
On strident walkways, careening to make new lanes
for pictures, evaluating thoughts and ideas,
collecting future information for rainy days.
So peaceful, rhythms beat into my soul, creating
innate talent, turning it outside to feed the world
of literature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem