When hearts harden,
The core of us
Begins to fade, as if
It never was.
Deprived of existence,
Words lose their meaning,
Touch loses its delight,
And beauty escapes
The beholder's eyes,
Till it is there no more.
As they savor our taste of loss,
All senses defeated,
Your will overcomes mine.
The heart tells us many things that we do not understand like life in a class bowl we see it but can't believe what we are seeing...mouth open mind closed or vice-versa...we deprive our-self of inward happy without giving it a thought... your word keeps the ship afloat...well said sir...
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I would like to translate this poem
The beholder's eyes Till it is there no more a fading that never ends...making one think more times thrn not...