When
You
Have
To
Free
Yourself
redeem
the
centuries!
the
thumping
of
the
fingers
of
time
moving
moving
in
synchrony
with
Motion
looking
here
looking there
the Poet Seer
crossed
the
ocean
of
the
seagull
wreaths
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem