Silently strumming past heartstrings to melodies of lost
love and happier times.
Thinking of them with a sad heart and tears in my mind,
unable at times to carry on, yet somehow doing so anyway.
Lightly touching on the brow of my mind, holding onto
losses of a lifetime, only remembering them now in times
of inherent loneliness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem