Which trickle alike the streams and rivers upon the surface of the earth. Seeking a fine and refine of their nurture upon life. Brushing upon the hard-rock with ease but with design that marvel and awe the soul. The intrigue and fascinate of the unravel of times that recur upon the depths of the soul. Infiltrating within the mind with an ingrain that's bound to nurture the nature of existence into relive and live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem