Upon the accumulate of feelings and thoughts that alike the darkening of clouds that distance seem to draw nigh upon own eyes. Like merging the depth of thing into perfect reason that a journey might draw nigh. When untimely or timely beckons for a glance of feelings and thoughts that dense within times that unravel alike the pages of life. Which a write upon them at times seem to curtail the predestine upon earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem