With their scarce and rare encounter that brush and hush the depth of the soul. The curtail that times and seasons draw nigh upon the hale and inhale. The respire and inspire within the embrace of the heart where an encircle of emotions and thoughts arouse reason. Veining the flowing of the streaming emotions and thoughts that seek the nurture of the unraveling times and seasons. Refining and fining the depths of the soul leaving trails of streaming reason.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem