Marching through time and life, listening to nature while also
composing classical music, another love that expresses inner
feelings and emotions, a parody of life.
Writing poetry and listening to music and life, finding exacting
thoughts as they flow downward into pools of creative juices that
rejoice every time they're written into a silent voice of this poet.
Flowing through an innate creative process, one that gives an invisible, yet intensely positive look at this temporary earthly
life on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem