your 'Heart' of gold, and music it moves
in waves and all of those very many that do it.
and memory, memory of the woods like
when the millipede did with all of those tiny feet.
walking back and forth upon it,
into the center,
where heavy hearts beat and pulsate, mixed within it.
and moss,
green and heavy sweet with the rain that just passed.
while smooth wet stones,
some more personal and familiar rest against your feet.
and moving over them,
picking up a few here and there come too realize,
and that music it's soothing melody how it moves,
each heart of 'Gold within and around it.
and 'Floating',
i help you upon it and there you are, at peace lost in rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem