Harnessing emotions and thoughts within the transverse of the the tread of the sole. The toil of the mind and boil of the skies into highs and low that weather wither emotions and thoughts. The torture of the mind and the hind that walk the noon and the dusk. Morning that ignited and lighted the eyes with minimal insight and sight. The travel within turmoil and soil that nurture the years with the ingrain of mind with unwind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem