Rhythms marching up and down streets, wandering thoughts being called out in echoes of another time.
Feeling muscles tightening in stressful situations, using mind and intellect in order to dispel any and all negatives.
Ones that may purport to be gone, but at times having to wonder and believe in blessings and good things to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem