Harpfully enjoining melody to perform actually in real time.
Sensing beautiful interpretations in several languages, all
of them poetical explanations in accordance with perfect
pitch.
Entering doorways of ecstasy and bewilderment in temporary
installations of antiquary placement.
Solitary pining, quietly whispering into echoes of longing,
long since past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great write, your really have a way with words. Alfredo