Soul centering a poetical being here tonight,
an unwavering mind of thoughts that fulfill
an entire purpose in throes of a life.
Living in musical rhythms, steady as a cloud
in the sky, wondering why its always left out
of the loop, no one even noticing the auras
existing deeply within it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Soul loves to remain in musical rhythm and we love to recognize this truth. You have penned deeply a nice philosophical poem.