Spatial comprisal, o’er horizon line cascade
Cosmos far flung on canvas uncontained
A currency by graces design given free
So orders mortal steps venture to eternity
Coursing within this rift, a spirit tethers others
Ancestral roots parade a struggle between brothers
A line dividing, is scrawled along the sand
All dream to reach and hold for each
Eon’s Tide will ne’er subside
For neither will the heart of man
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem