Over time hurt from love withdraws
From loneliness sometimes a pause
A wound cut deep covered with gauze
Bleeds fresh again
As soon as the memories thaw
The tears begin.
Brevity is the soul of poetry... I see that here. Beautifully crafted poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Over time hurt from love withdraws From loneliness sometimes a pause A wound cut deep covered with gauze Bleeds fresh again As soon as the memories thaw The tears begin..........touching expression with lovely theme. Thank u dear Chrish for sharing such an interesting write.