Letting mystery and magic find their way onto pathways of intellect,
hoping to find more of purpose waiting hand in hand with destiny and
fate.
Traveling rapidly into depths of another world, treasuring, cherishing
and loving each memory that suddenly starts dancing in the moonlight,
energy flowing throughout this being in time with rhythmic interludes
in final days of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
RoseAnn, such a heartwarming write. Truly fascinating👍👍👍