Playing instrumentally throughout this night, elating
my soul, going into depths of an interior wonderland,
finding nothing but a silence of rhythms.
Rocking and shaking me to the core of my being, losing
myself, solace now filling me thoroughly, living in a
place of my own.
Enjoying being on my own again, fooling around with
rhythms as they continue to tease and uplift me into
another atmosphere far from this earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good to have you posting the same time as me, RoseAnn.