Listening carefully, waiting for the cue to begin writing an
everlasting poem of remembrance for the world, a stunning
array of words that continually fall from intellect.
Musical rhythms tap it open to the beat of drums playing, a
total reinforced pattern that keeps things organized and
focused upon.
A wonderful time of enlightenment being had tonight, rais-
ing the bar whenever any tempo is spedup, racing to the
finish line alone, ahead of everyone else.
Standing in line, appreciating the innate talent that God
has given to poets and musicians, an intense and honorable
way to spend an entire lifetime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem