A heart is broken; life moves along
It’s pieces blend with the warming dawn
The fading pain of that one true lie
Greets raining teardrops from mournful sky
Time stands still for one who is lost
No rest at ease or path to be crossed
Aimlessly pursuing through the mind
Through mist and matter; for love to bind
A heart is broken; it sings its song
The notes go flat, and though echo wrong
Meaning runs deep, to the very core
And shakes the balance, opens a door
Joy is unearthed, and Love comes in words
Yet horribly, sadly, they cannot be heard
What does such things? Causes such strife?
With no other option, the answer is life
A heart is broken; life moves along
For this is what life is based upon…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think, no I know this is the favorite for me. *~butterfly