Every time I watch the sun set
I pray it rests with your tears
but the shadow of darkness it casts behind
leaves no room for the moon to wave it's hand of light
the flesh has been severed by the surgeon's scalpel thrice now
and fed on the bitterness of drugs
but it's growing no healthier
could this be a warning to us?
I've watched you wince in the face of a needle
and wept bitterly, fearing for you- little dove
you crave to free your soul from tidal waves of pain
but aren't ready to pay the cost
joy is a dream to the grieving.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sgadow of darkness cast behind, good