Riding waves of an exciting adventure where emotions and
feelings find places in which music expresses them with
an interior spirit.
Tempos gently swaying in an ebony darkness, trying on the
diversity of times that have all past, being remembered
only in memories attuned to rhythms flowing quickly and
rapidly into the night atmosphere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
RoseAnn, such a well penned poem👍👍👍