dance, it is found there the moment a body hears
the music
there is no need to order the hands
they will curl and become tendrils of the vines
let go
what is inside you
you do not have to think what to do
no one tells you
what you are blends with the scent and color
of this universe
close your eyes and
fly away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem