do you think me
alone
and nevertheless a busy
bee
i think no more of
celebration
rather, a contradiction
happens.
You are away from
eyes
and, I searched you within
souls.
you gave me a reason
perfectly
and, bear all my mind
insanity
I loved you in dark
room
it didn't mean you left me
in dark.
A close celebration of
my grief
The story narrated, but
in brief....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is a many splendid thing that can grow deapite our fears.