The draw of eyes upon the distance that captivates the depth of life. The awake of life and walk of reliving within the realms of passion that beckon. The soul forgoing awhile the distant that might have ensued with time. The touch and touch of feelings and thoughts that might have settled the untimely. Journeying for awhile never justifies the compose of the walking being that surface upon the earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem