Sunshades of maturity sliding
across faces of hidden loneliness.
Fabricating hymns of happiness on joyless days
at home alone in a fog.
Focusing primarily on memories of yesterday's
frequencies, not able to handle too much at any
one time, or tears will steal out from under
sunshades of maturity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very clever write as we mature we learn to hide our inner pain like permanent sunshades reflecting the darkness that life can bring!