Culminating in a brief period of sunny haze,
no response or sound emanating from within.
A being of silence formed by life's
tribulations and sorrow.
No longer reachable - the distance created
is much too great.
There are no spans of reversal to de-enter
an orbit of sorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very poignant feeling is expressed here with utter intensity.