Upon the surface and resurface of earth that design and assign the predestine of settle and resettle within the layers of earth. Scaring and rearing own thoughts into prevalence of the blowing wind that cool not the intense and immense. The sense of years and tears that pile alike the snow that ice and dice feelings and thoughts. The wrought and caught of emotions and thoughts within surfing and icing upon the surface of the melting and tilting tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem