A river of tears
You have squeezed out
From a place too naive
You have seen so much
But have never registered
What you are actually seeing
This is not guilt, but pity
My loss of love,
Gone many years ago
Has only just touched you
And I can no longer
Find it in me to console you
Very touching. Its sad when we realize that our intense feelings are just trifles for the one we feel for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some feelings are better in oblivion than to get along with.Poems only are the silent way to recuperate as well as to recapitulate those sagas.A person who wants to leave should be allowed to leave so that he or she keeps good experiences to reckon with as memoirs rendering the life easier.A very good write here.