Repeating rhythms into poetry that is being written and
balanced totally in my mind with tempos, notes and tones.
A reality of incessant fruition, blossoming like roses
in gardens of heaven's symphonies.
Justifying and taking my mind into avenues of the Divine,
always having rippling effects, continuing into the future.
Like rivers flowing into the ocean, invisible and knowingly,
nothing able to stop their flow for it was created by God
and He alone controls them throughout this earthly life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem