Slowly walking to an inner tempo of notes, measuring life's
steps and beautiful nature.
Noticing particles of being, growing on edges of my mind,
setting their roots in sublime environments.
Nurturing and catering items being brought to mind as they
fill me with a soothing energy of contemplation.
Being alone, tracing lines of past years, bringing them
forward to present time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem