Commerce my friend; held without air,
and modern day spoils purdge against.
Such beasts to rime lanced blood begot,
and effort boils from life skined each man.
From salt a cure to hide nooks manifesto,
and at sea the bird is no longer our friend.
Commerce my friend; I know too dredge,
and fear lies deep as sleep...your ocean.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow; if you haven't dredged up some things from the deep with this one. (smile)