Some for the shades, sow seeds of unease,
And the seeds of unease having as fruits or roots,
A deep, sucks their peace
And shoot, the apprehension to abide with them.
They reach for the roots that banished their peace
And for the roots; dig, but dig graves,
For tis a deep, that takes too, their lives
And too, the memory of the shades they were known
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem, beautiful expressions!