Seemingly engulfed in a horizon of nature that nurture the depth of the eyes. The ties and lies of ice that cold the distance of warmth upon the flesh. Relish the never replenish of the fall. The out pour and pour of the heart as a streamline of feelings and thoughts journey upon the surface of the soul. The cold upon the soul the dense of love as a sediment brush and hush the eyes. The enter into the depth of love the hive of emotions and thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem