Clashing symbols of change turning over, letting people in-
to the midst of a purity and innocence of musical melodies
and interludes while moving positively around the desert.
Seeing dust storms covering the environment before rain
starts pouring down, leaving a silent and beautiful land-
scape for we Arizonans to look at all the time.
A peaceful placid place to contemplate throughout ones life,
a perfect match for loneliness and emptiness, thoughts hold-
ing on to them repeatedly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem