September eighth again today.
A day I'll ner forget.
Inside myself I chose to stay
and think of each regret.
He was sweet, kind and pure.
His life had just begun.
Life to him not to endure,
but spend it having fun.
How I miss his laughter,
his teasing eyes and smile.
Now he's in the ever after,
and has been there for a while.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sink in the depth of sorrow, it can be somehow an escape or relief of terrible pain.10+