Sorrow is the texture of sandpaper, a gritty and abrasive substance as the sadness rubs against your broken heart, causing pain.
Sorrow sounds like the moan of the wind in a storm as it hits up against the windows, a most horrible and eerie sound.
Sorrow looks like a once beloved doll, that has faded from neglect, and is now crumpled over in a cobweb-strewn corner.
Sorrow smells like a wood-burning fire, a heavy and oppressive aroma.
Sorrow tastes like castor oil, bitter and harsh on the tongue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. Liked the four dimensional senses of sorrow you have provided in the poem. Keep writing.