Ghosts of past singers falling out into the atmosphere,
creating images and imagery once again in remembrance
of the beautiful flow of music.
It was definitely meant to slide through centuries of
love as it was once looked upon, a sacrosanct, spiritual
passion that will stay with everyone of us in rhythms.
Once used to entertain us from people who sang each song,
heading out to sea, rhythms being given many chances now-
adays to return in measures of beautiful renditions of
love today, written back in the day of Elvis Presley.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem