Answers replying through the years in unanswered prayers, finding their way at last to my ears.
Now is not the time to be fulfilled, yet a tear forms in the corner of my eye, wishing I hadn't asked for that certain someone to be a part of my life, because now I'm all alone on a hidden passage through mourning, never able to forget the love given to me for such a short while.
Clouds form and push me forward where I don't want to travel - just hold on to the past and an answered prayer that I now hear a faraway reply from.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem