The accumulate and articulate of words upon the touch of the hand. The address of own heart infiltrating the depth of emotions. Which engulf and revolve within the mind. Drawing nigh the nerves of passion and affection within the distant soul. Which surfaces upon earth with design and align that suits and pursues the distant that urge is to draw nigh. The arms that direct the touch of fingers that embrace emotions and thoughts. Merging them into unison the alike of keynotes sounding upon the realms of the mind. Which bass the passion and affection of strings the compose of notes that tune life. Alike the birds that aloft within the horizons of the air with style and compose of keynotes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem