Strangely, keeping beats and tempos with a froggy sort of voice,
yet appealing in a way to an inner sense of musical composition.
Easily taking my heart and mind down memory lane, picturing
yesterday's visions in beautiful sounding melodies, taking over
and singly giving a memory settled in timeless energy of
another phase of maturity.
Alone, in senior living itself, giving pleasure in harmonies of expression.
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I would like to translate this poem
nice writing ''giving pleasure in harmonies of expression. '' i love it....thanks for sharing...