Awhile the breeze of the night and darkness merge and urge the release and ease of the body. Within the predestine of bends and ends that squat and lay the nurture that's ingrained within the flesh. Sighting with insight the back of the wall and the bark of the dog. Where a scare and rare is known to two who settle and resettle within the green. The brush and hush of the slender and tender touch of the thorny and turn of the green leaves. Which detach the attach of the attach of the depth of soul to relinquish the take and partake of the night and day. Away with the eyes that distance the walk and talk that encircle the circle bend and end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem