The amatum is growing too fortid to the cordis.....
The uncontrolled burtch is desending deep to soul.....
The rthyms of unheard voice seems beautiful to the deaf ears....
The unchoosen dirigo seems wonderful to be walked upon....
I wish to walk this dirigo too tele.....
Tele dan death......
Even then HEAVEN.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem