You said to seek things of beauty.
The rich salmon pink high in the sky behind the evening clouds
Was truly beautiful
And I thought of how high they were
And that I could never reach them.
The chance of reaching them
were the same chances of seeing you again.
And the tears came.
I blinked them back and fought the cry.
I could not give in to it because it is the truth
And surely you are gone.
That is the lay of it.
(3.21.7 Inner Thoughts (PFD))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem