The journeying within darkness that alike the mind when times might be known or unknown. Is light friendly or the end that seems never to draw nigh. Awake of morning the sunrise that brought forth the wonders of earth into relive of life. The brush of air upon the face that's been consumed by seasoning reason that captivate and capture the around and surround.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem