Within the depths of life that seem to be distant alike the depths of earth. The skies and earth that concur there nature the cycle of existence. Which might untimely or timely engulf own predestine into the realms of stirring concurrence which might overwhelm the soul into awe. Sour that might seem to sweeten with times for awhile taking relief within the time-frame of life. Which liken the times and season that unravel in life with a nurture upon won existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem