Turning around, going backwards through time, hoping to
get glimpses of yesterday's good times, maybe reliving
them through memories.
Smiling and moving forward, having fun, enjoying the
beauty of this lifetime, taking a silent voice and then
projecting it into a boisterous assembly of emotions.
Testing it's strength among everything else in this
world and letting it dictate what it prefers doing at
night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem