Rhythms beating and rocking steadily on pathways of
enlightenment, strong and intense thoughts being pre-
cisely thought out through poetry in moments of time.
Walking along experiences of past life, yesterdays
acting as reminders of what we've done and already
been through together, thoughts rising from their
aging memories like ghosts from the grave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem