2: 49 p.m.
Signing lines on many contracts, releasing self in poems
to be put to music at long last.
Resting in chords of melodies being originally written
for each one.
Emotions being brought up and touched singly in alignment
with hearts of many other people.
Causing tears to fall and at times smiles widening, at
hearing poetical words of an un eclipsable moment, set in
time.
Without hesitation, nothing to fear in sight of the past,
present or future tomorrow. 2: 50 p.m.
(10/25/14)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem