Swinging on ropes, hanging from mazes in my mind,
loving the feelings it brings to the foreground.
Watching them take over as I write and enter
imagination's realms many times throughout the
moments of each day.
Blending, steeping, keeping time with rhythm's
blessings as I whirl with it's flow through
time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem