The travel of the evening that a lift upon the road to the urban and suburbs free the mind. Awhile the depth of soul enter into the depth of mingle and giggle surround and around. The settle and resettle of emotions and thoughts within the wait and await with patience. Awhile the debate and the bate of eyes draw the passion to free the walk upon the dust and haste of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem