Lining and aligning that's within the amass of trees. Where the tread of the soul step upon the sound and resound of the shoes. Sole that acknowledge the hill and fright and right of turn that confuse ad diffuse the sight. Trembling and seeking the enable of the heart to resonate with the upheaval of emotions and thoughts. A look behind that might tremble the hind the legs that beg for a relief and relieve.The turning of the bends and ends that fascinate and intrigue the eying level.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem