Within the lip that caress words the kiss upon the brush and hush of air. The tongue lubricating the words that sought is the nature and nurture of the depth of the soul. Where the accumulate and articulate of emotions and thoughts draw the afar nigh. With a touch of the heart the feel of its flow of feelings and thoughts. Which alike the embed of eyes that draw the emotions and thoughts within the depth of the soul. Attaching and touching the fine and refine of life to its utmost to course upon the depths of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem