If we sealing times and concealing existence then the composure of mind alike serious. Awhile the search and find predestine the soul upon the within that seem distance. If it pours it rains like in search of infiltration within the hard place that alike the mind that stir reason within a short time frame. Which might in the long run compose the thoughts of nights and days.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem