Watching and romping in time to rhythms of a line dance,
musical lyrics discussing the situation of an achy breaky
heart here in a poem.
Opening and unfolding the passage of time through music
at any time of the day or night, a wonderful gift of innate
talent, always adjusting tempos to fit the mood of feelings
and emotions.
A sacred place kept deep within where I can forever contem-
plate the energy of life alone and forsaken, yet it's always
filled to the brim with an unconditional love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem