Transverse upon the surface and resurface of the sands that bind the hide. Awhile the hind squat to quote the infiltrate that the unraveling times and seasons brought forth the preserve of serve. Upon the drink that quench and wet the depths of the soul. Necessitating ease and smooth upon the blow of the wind that alike the depths of the body.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem