Heavy burdens weigh the mind, bind the heart chained inside. The salty sea of tears rise and form the clad of iron bars. A wont wit sadness overruns the body and darkens the soul. Labored whims and echoed silence, whispers of a clouded night. The moon and stars all fight to light up the path and give sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Labored whims and echoed silence, whispers of a clouded night' - so well said!