Street performers singing messages for people everywhere,
standing in showers of rapid rain pouring down on earth.
Sounds of raindrops falling is music to my ears.
Stretching boundaries by measures of rhythm, never catching
up or striking down the quality of life.
Whirling around like a merry-go-round, enjoying the ride.
Being essential to my state of mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem