The mountains slow embrace gathers
All to climb, to witness the valleys stars…
It’s a paramour of love that won’t let you go…
It’s a circle of enfolding love, that always guitars…
Our hearts world to unfold in their spinning gyros…
Upwards until your soul, hits its head on the rafters.
Vertigos you’ll never know nor truly ever let go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem