Entering and being immersed totally in rhythms as they
entice and bring me temptingly into an atmosphere of
decorative creativity filled with peace.
Solidly being immersed in passion, desires climbing
like ivy on walls of yesterday, portraying pictures
of what used to be.
Living contemplatively within boundaries of serenity
as the music continues to play, soothing interiorly,
every fiber that was frazzled during the week by others.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! This poem is very deep. Only you, RoseAnn, could have put all these fantastic words together in such an outstanding fashion. Extremely well done. Thanks for posting this.