Bare feet on soft earth,
spinning beneath an endless sky,
laughter rising like birds in the wind.
Arms open, catching the golden light,
hands reaching for nothing,
for everything,
for the joy that lives in the air.
No thought of time, no weight of fear,
only the rhythm of a heart unchained,
moving, flowing, free.
The world watches, but it does not matter-
this is a dance meant for no one
and for all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem