Dangling within the sight of the insight that will distant the depths of the mind. Midst overjoy and employ of slight push and rush within the time-frame of haste to taste the blow of the wind. As it brushes and hushes the depths of the soul that swing and wing emotions and thoughts. Enhancing the conscience with silent thoughts that transverse through the years with grief and despair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem