Situations arise and change through the years, life becoming
rearranged and taken into back alleys at times, sacred, yet
alone, not knowing where to go.
Headed in several directions at once, beautiful landscapes
opening and closing, showing their wonder to passers-by for
free.
At moments in time watching as feelings become enticed with
measures of other chords rising and falling with passing
notions of life through the years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem