Awhile despair course upon the embed of the mind that ingrain the depths of the mind. The sediment and evident of reason that season the unravel of times and seasons. Seeking and peaking for a course within the surround and around of the air that tear the tears within the depths of the soul. As a hush and brush upon heated breadth neath the underneath of emotions and thoughts within the depths of the heart. Pact not with the reduce of the deduce of joy that surface and resurface with a touch and attach of words upon the verse and reserve of emotions and thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem