Yelling, whistling, being in synch with rhythms that
are building steadily through poetry and beyond.
Straight and forward into the edges of night and back,
taking memories into yesterday when they were made.
Innocent and pure, thinking and being vibrantly alive
through rhythms that fall within me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Those rhythms pervade us all. Wonderful!