Walking down dusty trails of tomorrow filled with hopes and
dreams stretching and exercising themselves in music and its
rhythms.
Feeling placid and meaningful, but without any definition to
speak of, a lasting, joy climbing aboard the beauty and wonder
of this beautiful night.
Watching people in an outside evening, moving and dancing in
an carefreely all through the night, releasing all the stress
of the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem