To unfold the chapters, you wrote
And reveal the pain of ‘listening'
I'm afraid it'll take me lifetime.
Seeing the universe align every turn,
To the path that led to you.
was heartbreaking and warming, simultaneously.
Knowing the end of the path was cold,
I always ended up getting stuck at turns.
Why would there be synchronicities?
When you could never love me,
When you were always there for your needs?
When you disrespected, every ounce of my soul.
And here you are, back again.
Offering me an Ace of Cups.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nature has this wonderful quality of synchronising everything with itself. And love. For love is nature itself. Beautifully rendered.