Alike the open of the soul the journeying of joy upon the earth. The surface and resurface of emotions and thoughts within the embed of rocks and stones. Turning and fanning the skin within the immense blow of wind awhile the air surround and around. Seeking a refine and fine of the field that diverse and vast emotions and thoughts. Hemisphere drawing nigh the high and the low of the seek and hide of life. Where a run and turn might predetermine the time when emotions and thoughts course upon the surface and resurface within the realms of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem