Moving, spinning, turning thoughts around with rhythmic
preludes in life's schemes.
Perfecting beats in measures of melody and happenstance,
controlling emotion and sense at the tip or a pen with an
inner nature fulfilled through talent.
Soothing serenity, calming life as it meanders down rivers
and into oceans of imagination.
Relieving emotion of it's tired bundles, letting them
float away inside rhythms of life-enduring circumstances.
Adhering to stanzas of infinite creativeness alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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