Candlelight shedding shadows from backgrounds, interiorly accepting of any conclusions scratched and etched onto platelets of DNA, held onto through generations of time.
Placating sorrow hiding in corners, trying to keep to itself, yet allowing knowledge of it's grief to be expressed openly through poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
expressing openly through poetry. I like it. thanks.