Sorrow, if it had a color would be deepest light blue,
because it is a color that can be seen, felt and
touched.
Even reason can touch or hold it close for a moment,
it is very peaceful, yet is filled with pain.
Maybe the color blue is purgatory, and can be found
by some on earth, it is speculation, but is not
impossible.
There are many things which we know nothing of, many
ideas that no one understands.
We are sometimes at a loss when it comes to explaining
sorrow, it is something that can only be experienced
first, even attempting to write about it comes after
our experience of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's very true, Sorrow cannot be expressed by any detailing. It is not understood until experienced.