The slender and tender skin that brushes and hushes upon the nature with arouse. The intense and immense pain that narrow upon the skin. The sap that infiltrate the skin seeking and fetching to spark pain. The scratch of the skin with grief that wrinkle the face upon the overwhelm. The helm of intertwine to bring a finesse of art. Embedding emotions and thoughts upon the join and coin of the unraveling times and seasons.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem