Swinging, swaying, taking the long way home, ignoring
the pain that seems to follow everywhere.
Touching moments that are holding on for dear life, ex-
ploring and discovering ancient melodies.
Ones that suddenly appear in a cloud of mist, reminding
this heart that it has melted more than once in life.
Reaching for some aloe vera to sooth the burning of the
fire within, testing times of tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem