When all the dentils of her sorrows
Were fragmented into shallow sobs
And hovering darkness depressing her dreams
To trover all happiness gone.
In the misty, on the foggy night
Beside the demos on the countryside
She calls the prayer of her unsaid words
But who cares about her silent screams.
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very deep and excellently expressed her sentiments and turmoils THOSE who compose slowly are the one's folks read urs too poetess
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I would like to translate this poem
Wow! Very incisive words. “But who cares about her Silent screams! ” The stark wound, that your words leave on the readers’hearts remain raw and bleeding.. a shocking poem.