Shaking salt over wounds of yesterday, breaking them open again and again.
Tuning into a special sadness which also holds within it,
joy of yesterday.
Hoping and wishing to go back in time, knowing it can
never happen, because reality is so true - so stark - you can't get beyond it.
Living through days of sorrow, grief pounding on my heart
and mind, bringing reminders and traces of love to the forefront.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem