Rushing, running quickly into the desert brush, hiding
beneath a full moon.
Thinking that no one can see, not realizing that beauty
flows no matter what happens to be in the way.
Concepts continuing to fall, cascading into picturesque
landscapes of another dimension.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice flow of words.....RoseAnn.......well composed......