The fascinate and intrigue that's within the depths of the night or day. Which at times seem distant to draw or withdraw their taste and haste. Whose dire need might be the urge and purge the depths of the soul. Which persist and resist the the sway and swirl of emotions and thoughts. Deducing the fine and refine of time to alike the seasoning of reason to cohere with the unravel of life.
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I would like to translate this poem
Excellent word play. Beautiful use of language. Greatly done. Thanks for sharing.