Riding away like an outlaw of yesterday, not having done anything wrong, never going to say good-bye to this western way of life here in Arizona, the good old U.S.A.
Mind and heart always living in rhythms as they continue to bring peace and serenity into intellect where it will always sing to this heart.
Gently, slowly, as it begins to break away from this earthly life, a last good-bye so hard to say to loved ones and family yet still leaving this temporary life behind with one last breath.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem