Spirits soaring, lifted by a bluened light of the Divine
and also by rhythms being listened to and writing poetry.
Holding onto images and memories, cherishing their love
through years of life.
Looking back, watching them with bittersweet tears, yet
treasuring them because they're a part of who I am and
have become in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem