Dancers from India set in beautiful costumes and delightful
music, tantalizing, soothing innermost depths of this mind.
Songs being sung with tenor and soprano voices, rising and
lowering in an evening festival.
A sword dancer, waving his sword around, picturesque with
a steady beat, taking us into the streets of India through
our imaginations.
Visions of festivals, dancing in our heads as we continue
to listen to Indian music in downtown Scottsdale.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem