Walking slowly, taking everything in stride, proclaiming
the innocence that's been protected within for an entire
lifetime.
Being assured just by hearing sounds of electric rhythms
energizing with auras of colorful ideas as they invent
and shape the future.
Blending moist desires of love with a lightened brilliance
of interior beauty.
Stepping up into the lofty atmosphere, living an incessant
glamor of yesterdays, coming into focus along the way.
Suddenly coming about in designs of patterned light and
shadows of tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem