Fragmented thoughts-
Leave behind too many
Holes in my skin.
The last moment I held,
Caressing your ashes
In the burning house
Flickers and flutters
Like our heavy hearts
Once did when we lived.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Memories were beautifully crafted in this poem. Solid words from hearts! ! ! Excellent! ! !