when the love in the eye has lost the sparkle
when the heart loses the beat
when the pulse has stopped
the mind has boxed the words into a world
of scrapes and winds
the body has a rope around the soul
inch by inch the palm of the hand
clings to the end of the day
the close of the fist
the pull of the arm
may happen to you or me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, sadness can creep up on anyone. A good write.