When the earth open wild...
Call upon the helpless soul,
To a solitude arena,
Of limitless stay.
When the earth open wild,
The soil calling upon the soul,
And the naked soul,
Inherit the only leftover of Ageless abode....
Beneath the unseen mother earth,
Stride of moulden clay,
Of bygone stay...
And this canopy,
Strecth its million finger,
And this lifeless soul,
Perch like a stunt flower,
Into the calling earth,
Ahoy, the last carpet,
Swindled up the soul,
like an hungry lion....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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