Lengthening shadows casting their pallor over visions of near death, filling interior ideas with volumes of images.
Catering to subconscious manipulation as words fall explicitly into their places.
Senses touched and placed within emotions to be given to those who read between the lines, saturating minds with yesterday's memories.
Passing lonely days in separate corners of life than others on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem