Rhythms making this poet sway, touching and gently practicing
the love of a person once long ago, marching at times in the
depths of meaning and being of poetry.
Never letting up, carrying the weight of the world inside,
letting out one at a time to ease the strain of heartache,
that never seems to go away, never disappearing into the sky.
Finding its way into a bluened light of the Divine over and
over, being immersed in its love and caring, always wanting
to stay within it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem