Violins, playing in my mind, touching strings of perfection,
engulfing perfect pitch within a solitary being.
Entire meanings sacrificing themselves for an ultimate
purpose.
Preparing for future tests of stamina and character, in order
to grasp faith and hope for times running against storms of
life's bountiful suffering.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a beautiful poem again from your pen......amazing write.