In the depths of the unravelling times that time sound and resound its emotion and thought. Holding and withholding the respiure and inspire of life awhile the eyes seek for sight and insight through the night. When darkness draws its cover upon the eyes that journey alone while the await seem to engulf the mind. Observing the tread upon of souls that seem to brush and rush with the wind of the night. The tight hold and withhold that journeys through and rough aboard of the journeying drive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem