Overwhelm of emptiness and loneliness that capture and captive the depth of life. Hiving emotions and thoughts within the flesh as the skin kin the value of their outflow and flow. Within the sight and insight of own eyes the draw of distance nigh. The stance upon own eyes as an enter of the sun warmth the depths of the skin the infiltrate of nature. Where a share and the rare of life merge the urge to gauge upon the measure of times and seasons. The enter within the realms of the soul where and embroil and toil of its swirl and sway predestine within the enhance of own life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem