Saxophone, clearly calling me into it's musical
realms with insistent beckoning rhythms.
Hoisting happiness and tantamount joy onto it's
shoulders.
Touching incredible mind-awakening discussions
with blissful co-existence, holding silent rhythms
of poetical visions.
Watching images unfolding in circular patterns
creating beauty ensconced in mosaics, put together
in moments of imagination's creations for future
thoughts of togetherness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem