Playing on a playground of yesterday, happy and finding
relief completely from the prison of reality that takes
up all my time.
Something touching this mind so energetically and vibrant-
ly, notes dancing and frolicking to rhythms of Springsteen,
looking into the distance.
Vividly thinking of all that can be accomplished with just
a thought, an idea growing like a seedling from within it,
a fascinating portrayal of beginning.
A poem through music and poetry together, playing on a play-
ground of yesterday, happy and contented for a while, just
writing in an atmosphere of spirituality.
happy and contented for a while.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem