When the strain and gain life weary the depth of the soul. Confining and refining the bends and ends of life with the utmost output. Alike the outpour of the rains and snow that draw back on earth seeking for a settle and resettle. Forward and rewind emotions and thoughts within the forgone and the embark of the days and nights. Whose taste alike the sourness of a withhold and hold of the realms of mind. The pursue of a partake that might ensued with the enhance and harness of the unravelling times in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem