Hearts breaking in the afternoon, cutting through the
silence of death with their heartaching voices.
Cautioning those left behind to love fully and honestly
with all their hearts while they can.
Expanding their caring and compassion to outer limits
and being immersed in another's love within their
beings.
Always floating on rivers of desire and dreaming of
the future when love will be a part of their lifetime,
if even for a short while.
Being worthwhile as it contains life in full blossom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem