Carefree and light-hearted, listening to mountains
calling to my soul, pleading for my devotion to
their heights and peaks of escalation.
Roving over pathways of life, feeling rhythms of
nature dancing within to tunes of particular
melodies as they slowly erupt and spread themselves
over lands of cacti in deserts, covering mountainous
plains calling to my soul quietly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem