Wind blowing through this mind and intellect, giving
new insight into living an earthly life filled with
goodness.
Nothing getting in the way, hot night streaming through
the air, giving pleasure in the process, creating and
bringing nature alive.
Nothing evil or bad about it at all, sounding like a
rhapsody of nature that continually calls to our human
spirit and soul, watching as night begins to unfold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem