'Hearing a voice, coming from within. Letting it out, flowing like a rush of tides, washed a shore, every hit brings the sand back to the sea. Taking the pain little by little. Slowly, beautiful ripples leaves a trail where it use to be... Like footsteps on the sand, it will slowly fade away.
RQ'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem