Barren fields in winter snow
Her husband gone
Candles go out that can’t come back
Can’t be replaced
Loneliness deeper than the sea
Every breeze a whisper
Visits to the graveyard
She talks to her self
Old photos and painful dreams
Wake up with tears
Maybe it’s time to go back to church
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem