Listening to the silence of death as it hangs in the
atmosphere.
Hearing nothing, not a single answer to my prayers,
no condolences, nothing but death itself.
Holding onto loved ones, not letting them reply nor
love us in return.
An eternal nothingness now lying between us and the
love we had for one another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem