Shouting into the stillness with a purpose of destinations.
Figuring out how to penetrate walls of future detachment, climbing out of canyons, taking nature on a spiral of beauty, innately being touched by souls from beyond.
Situated in caverns, deeply set in time, leaving no stone unturned, giving outwardly, each thought of tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem