Rejuvenating minds along sidewalks of time,
bringing into view, talents of beautiful
interior architecture.
Longings beseech my soul with motives of
silent undertakings brought to higher
atmospheres of talent.
Weapons of diversity hold true in writings
of poems and music played soulfully for
everyone to see and hear.
Life drifts like clouds along on private
missions of fragile hearts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem