Watching the sky turning from blue to sun rose and
crème colors while moving right in front of me.
Mind open, ready for the darkness to enter earth's
atmosphere, wishes waiting in twilight as stars
look on, wondering if they will be answered or not.
Listening to rhythms of nature playing on the play-
ground, giving thoughts needed rhythms to write to
now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem