Traipsing into mind, cowboy boots kicking up desert dust and
stepping into domains of intellect where they will be set in
an aura and be roped again and again.
Visiting many an area filled with cacti and wild horses.
Stripping life even more with the usefulness of purpose,
holding onto it as everything goes through the doors of
tomorrow's life force.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem