Wandering down the tracks, nothing coming to mind, just
watching landscapes whiz on by, their beauty registering
in this photographic mind for a while until written into
another poem.
Adjusting to new rhythms as they flow into the atmosphere,
leaving a light of wonder that's captured by curiosity then
held up to see where the next note may be coming from.
Twisting and flipping, reining in chaotic laughter and moods
of positive attitudes as they come charging into the moonlight, leaving so much to imagination, then putting the rest in a brand
new poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautifully portrayed.........thanks for sharing 10+