Rocking to rhythms as they fall easily off of bronco's backs and end up being lifted into many measures of life as they are experienced.
Always being filled to the brim with elixirs of soothing mysteries that capture and entice mind and intellect in fires of passion.
Desires like icing on top of it all, not wanting any to disappear, needing them to carry on traditions of yesterday, never wanting to lose their way along trails in the future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem