Swaying rhythms going down country lanes that once
were a part of living and loving, but at times the
past cannot come close to what was felt in childhood.
A rising and intense emotion not to be hidden or even
crushed, unfolding and moving into this heart without
any doubts.
Only a questioning heart that's been left behind on a
back porch where life once felt good, now there's no
desire to go back in time ever again in this life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem