Heartaches of stone, hitting bottom hard,
smashing the love felt into dismal pebbles,
throwing them into canyons of wakeful sleep.
Knowing someday they will still be etched
in pictures of memories, stone-cold -
penetrating thoughts of remembering with
shards of tears, tearing the life-blood of
sincerity and lost love from within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem