Treading the shoes upon the soil that a toil upon them brings forth the dust that the wind cast. The renew and refresh of the skin within the engulf of fruits that a sight onto the skies draw nigh the hemisphere. Rear the height that's distant the restart of a climb that a two or three mystery the weight. The draw nigh of a touch of hands that might embrace the juice that joy the soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem