Resting in melodies of rhythm playing, giving an exciting
rendition of life as they fascinate intellect with their
innate wisdom.
Ascending chords caressing measures of time through their
precious memories of yesterday's moments, all lived fully,
expecting a wonderful interpretation of childhood.
It's innocence holding onto their loving feelings as the
past is relived through the brilliance of their individual
presence in our minds forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem treats of many a lofty thing but the subject of melody doesn't sing.