Riding rhythms to and fro, looking into atmospheres of
beauty, traveling upon their landscapes, mind in clouds
of imagination.
Escaping from the stress of reality for a while, resting
in intellect and it's peaceful ingenuity, watching intent-
ly as it develops thoughts through rhythms.
Mystifying this mind acutely, leaving much to imagination,
although loving how I do this and yet wondering how it's
being done intuitively.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a brilliant write, Roseann.... a perfect 10++++++