Stepping onto the train of rhythm, collapsing onto the caboose,
trying to hold onto the tightly enclosed rhythms enclosing me
with the essence of a wonderful life of nature.
Noticing the alluring facets of everything, touching interior
faces, watching the expressions as they continually come into
sight.
Finally leading them to the end of the tracks and climbing the
platforms of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem