Sojournly watching evening suns set upon aging horizons, taking moments of my life with them.
Tacitly taking revolutions around reality as I write about it daily.
Traveling, taking journeys alone into foggy realms never clearly seen before, and now with maturity, are becoming concise, details stabbing at my mind intensely day and night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
taking journey alone. good one. thanks.