The father whimpered as the liquid turned to depths of the sea.
if she threw herself in, then whos there to see?
its a motionless feeling.
a thought or a cry.
her silence is equal to the wrath's of a tide.
whats the point of torture
when your hearts not at stake
take away blindness take away pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The whimpering sea...the tide motionless...its wrath...well, you create a strong sad imagery there, Grez...excellent write in terms of expression of emotions...excellent metaphors inside...thanks...10