Resting in an atmosphere of rock and roll, enjoying it
immensely as I write effectively of whatever comes to
mind.
Looking around, seeing mountains watching everything
going on below them.
Solo thoughts, arranging themselves in rows of beautiful
attire.
All of them solemnly attesting to the life lived in
depths of being.
Solitary peacefulness engulfing me with it's exquisite
sense of bereavement.
Talently existing in an environment attuned to poetical
music on an everyday basis.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem