Trickling within the embed of eyes that nurture the sunrise. Drawing nigh a witty mind that might ensue and pursue any overwhelm that the hemisphere distant. The enter into the depth of the eyes the reflect of emotions and thoughts. As an infiltrate of air and wind ignite the stir and ponder of the unraveling times. The heated tears drawn from the depth of the soul that sways and swirls alike the winds of earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem