Time after time looking into mirror reflections that like
to party together, having fun, being so mischievous, much
laughter escaping, filling atmospheres of musical rhythms.
As they continue to play and enjoy the purity and innocence
of melodies and harmonies, no promises ever being made, noth-
ing to count on in lifetimes except mysteries.
No one as yet found out their answers or meanings, although
rhythms evolve through logic and reasoning, being used crea-
tively in an imaginational reality.
On this last sunsetical shore, looking around, feeling the
peace of nature has waves of an interior ocean rise and
crash to their own inner rhythms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem