While the relinquish of the hands and bands of the night have ceased their compose. The pose upon the rub of the skin that the cold of the nigh sights with insight. The embrace of a walk past the nature the trees that blow the upon the night. The splash of feet as a tread seek to merge with the urge of emotions and thoughts. Slumber this night embrace the engulf of emotions and thoughts with a touch of love. Where the attach of the soul, heart and mind course upon the enter into the depth of the eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem