Writing to waltz,
Strands that bind,
Drums that charm,
Basslines that give you a recline,
Four harmonies that sing you a song,
Wind embellishments as they Bellow from the sea at morn,
Nigh thighs that tingle you a tot,
Fine wine that swivels this anon,
To this ink that soars bliss some more and its quail which scribbles across life's divide,
Let's open your heart to this melodic page with brilliant lights and sounds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem