My heart, muted by sadness,
has strings attached to my nape.
My head droops.
My tears drop.
I cannot lift my head.
I cannot move my lips.
My heart has killed
all memories of you and me,
happy and once one.
I droop.
Then I drop...
My heart,
a murderer.
This aches. I am glad for your skill withn words. Nice to read new work from you.
sail on william lines... gimingaw na mi nimo.. asa ka man sa mga milabay nga panahon?
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I would like to translate this poem
powerful paradox, generated by repetitions of deep sounds and connotations