A rippling effect going across our minds like an invisible wind careening across the desert in search of enlighten-
ment to sustain this earthly life.
Moments traveling through intellect like waves rising and crashing into a creative process that'll find ways of express-
ing everything needed through music and its rhythms.
Living in measures of a timely death that will definitely appear on our last sunsetical horizon, believing in goodness, generosity and beauty of life as it's being lived in conjunction with our purposeful destiny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem