Watching as the wax slowly dries,
sealing her thoughts away.
The night sky seem to cry along with her.
Letter upon letter,
the words don't come out right.
Her tears slowly spill across her cheeks,
on to yet another piece of crumpled paper.
Salt water smears her clumsy scrawl.
Black like her makeup,
that's laced in her tears.
Staining her eyes grey.
She can't come to grasp the fragile truth.
He's gone.
'She can't come to grasp the fragile truth. He's gone.' A brilliant poetic expression of deep feelings.
'Salt water smears her clumsy scrawl' What a great line. Good poem, but very sad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Her tears slowly spill across her cheeks, on to yet another piece of crumpled paper. Salt water smears her clumsy scrawl. the truth, , he is gone........ love, problems, sense of loss. pain and sufferings.. very well written poem.. thank u. tony