Poets have written about life, humanity, nature, feelings
and emotions, others who read them feel a continuity of
sorts, relating to what they've read.
It not, at the very least understanding what they've
written, like an epithet to a poetical essence of each
poet's words reaching into the world.
Having an intense power that cannot be escaped from, it
keeps touching our hearts and minds with the wonder,
beauty and death of everything humanity shares with us
through this temporary life on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem