Shadows are returning,
injurious thoughts stretching
slowly from deep undergrowth.
Long shadows, rooted
decades in the past,
thorny and hurtful.
Unforgotten in mind,
unkindly attacking the present.
Virulent weeds
seeding old grudges.
She drudges and weeps
... drudges and sleeps.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Doesnt matter if it was a second or third, as long as you find a way to hold a strength you will depressing that depression, i have good feeling saying you will never stay in this bad feeling...you gone a long life more than us here, that is really precious that rare and the others can get..that's is the lesson of life...your words here still fabulous even in depression :) Unwritten Soul