Distancing the sight upon the weary eyes that seek for a witty mind. Dawn that nurture the green grass awhile the wind caress the eyes with ease and sooth. Watching the feasting livestock that stalk the mind afar or nigh the earth. Infest and feast of emotions and thoughts that overwhelm the depth of the mind journeying with time. Paralleling the soul amid the non-coherent times and seasons that denote the pitch of the depths of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem