Recognizing peace and serenity as they lie in measures of
music, treating this poetical soul to the solemn beauty
of the Divine.
Tiptoeing around like an innocent child that doesn't want
to miss a single thing no matter how tired they become to-
wards midnight.
Neon lights still shining into the darkness, holding rhythms
in a curiosity of dreams that captivate moods and attitudes
of positive people as life continues to take steps toward a
final sunsetical horizon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem