Shaking blues in a spiritual storm from within,
taming them in order to keep going.
Not wanting any interference from sorrow or sadness
that blues have a tendency to slip into this mind.
Whenever feeling a memory that's been peeking out
and wanting to be expressed in a poem or two, just
chasing them away for now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem