Gathering pillows of regret, setting them upon a couch of memories, hoping they'll mesh and find an empathy weighing upon my heart.
Solace doesn't come easily, I sit and contemplate every angle seen in poetic lights.
Walling sentiments on edges of mountainsides, balancing them with breaths of air as they escalate in meaning, melding together with an abbreviated symbol of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem