Within the corners of mind that persist and resist the prevalence which might deter attain. Where the beckon of the soul journeys upon the surface of earth blowing the dust stirring its compose. Which alike the feelings and thoughts that nurture the mind for awhile. Hence settling upon the heart with a sound and resound of relief the relief that pursue the depths of the soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem