The composure of a time when silence pursue and ensue the depth of minds. Awhile the journeying within the depth of the trees that welcome the lost tread at times. The seasons that alike the desert the dessert that uplift emotions and thoughts. The surround and around of the adjourn of the tender and slender years that draw the aging. Factor that actor within the emptiness and darkness of the mind where a hide of emotions and thoughts incubate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem