Voices of the past singing through elderly women today,
glazing minds and memories with past joy.
Flowing easily over everyone, spreading cheer throughout
the room.
Beats of music fill up the minds of people reticent to
let go of yesterday and it's beauty.
(10: 31 a.m. - 11/17/08)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem