While combing
my head
a string of gray hair
rushed into me
as an ocean of remorse
as if sky falls down
to earth.
As if it is my fault
Love your poem! It is powerful, though maybe I don't think a gray hair is that bad) but sometimes they look like scars on our soul.
Those grey hairs can be unsettling...and remind us that time is ticking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No better words can craft a better work than this...10++++++