Translating words into musical etudes filled with
major and minor chords of existence.
Entrenched in a world of silence, hearing only
melodies and rhythms of life being played out.
Ornamentaly decorated in ghosts of yesterday,
reminding us of whence we came, showing us pathways
to our destinies through reflections in life's
mirrors of rainbows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem