grief is always an island
in the middle of the sea
it will always be that way
even if the storm has already
gone away. Grief will always
be an island
separated from the rest
of the world
even if the waves on the
other side keep on reaching
for its shores, it does not want
to keep them here to stay.
grief will always be an island
silent on the long wall of sands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem