Sometimes feeling loneliness touching me from sounds of a
guitar, playing sad songs of life.
Father Time leaving us bereft and alone as we walk through
avenues of abandonment.
Practicing and remembering dark nights of the soul, carrying
us through the darkness of loss and grief.
Sorrow always dripping and weeping into our hearts, never
wanting to leave us by ourselves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem