Your heart is touched
when you're no longer able to do
what you were able to.
Your touched heart
touches too,
others hearts,
which hope there's a heaven,
no pay for offending,
when, disorders contending,
you meet your ending.
We all have to meet our ending one day. Let it not be too soon. sweet words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A profound cameo about the human heart and eventual death, which I have been thinking about lately.