Riding down old dusty trails, mind venturing in skyways above, letting daydreams amplify the world surrounding us.
Rhythms puffing and blowing, creating quite a stir in the atmosphere, while rising to the occasion.
Finding thoughts are wandering and hovering over the dance floor, waiting to be united with music between the arms of dancers in love with one another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem