Listening to echoes of yesterday, reverberating within my mind,
to tunes of family and precise memories.
Abetting sorrow to be a learning experience while grief traces
our hearts with crystal blue tears of extenuating sadness.
Billowing across desert sands like a hot air balloon, sending
images from beyond black curtains into our minds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem