Mind insisting on singing along with the music while
writing and listening to it.
A Divine gift given at the moment of conception, walk-
ing through fields and marshes of life.
Images keep popping into this mind unheeded, writing
positive attitudes into existence.
Letting others read and find good things to help their
moods to change into hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem