People needing to be at peace, wanting freedom and
liberty to be at the foreground of everything we do
in this temporary earthly life.
Melodies pulsing eternally into their beings, find-
ing pleasant forms of rhythmic contemplation, sounds
and tempos taking their places in an interior sphere.
There a photographic memory resides, holding beauty
of our nation protected by our Veterans who keep us
safely in our homes, those of us who know Veterans
as friends are very lucky to have these heroes in
their lives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem