Regular heartbeats, beating incessantly in the back-
ground of yesterday's love.
Founding the basis for generations to come, holding
onto truth of promises for an eternity.
Placing themselves in sections of forests to lie in
imagination's arms, no worries about what will
happen in the future when love opens up and blossoms,
falling eventually onto paths of death's insistence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem