The peep of lateness that await for the adjourn of the amass. Arrive at the knick of time when the assemble and resemble of emotions and thoughts align within line. While the tread of the soul is caught upon the slow and low of the respire and inspire to arrive. Amid the footsteps that light and alight within the hive of writings. Where a lengthen upon the transverse ponder and stir upon the year that overwhelm the realms of the mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem