Standing back, watching music flare and firework into the skyway of my mind.
Leaving the earth behind, sprinkling colors into the atmosphere, while touching the prisms of essence.
Crunching morsels of images, flavorful to my mind as I create unmanufactured pleasantries in deserts of imagination.
Keeping pace with melodic rhythms, dancing to tunes of eternal grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem