7: 14 p.m.
Moonbeams shining down upon me as I sit in my back yard,
thinking about life and how I've had to adjust to it's
various demands.
Rehearsing sounds of rhythms in my mind, giving me some
pleasure to savor on days when I have nothing pleasant
to look forward to.
7: 15 p.m. 11/7/13
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem