The thinking constructing this wretched tune.
Is the howling towards a shrouded moon.
As a bird soaring tender versus tarnished skies.
I cautiously ponder this boundless ice.
The frost assembled within my heart.
Emotions develop, but never part.
An affection, immortal, never was free.
Still hindered by the powers that be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Emotions develop, but never part. An affection, immortal, never was free. Still hindered by the powers that be. Shortcomings in the world of love. Great lines