I come with no tears or a heart filled with sadness
I bear only sweet memories of times not so tragic
I tend to get quiet when deep into thinking
Does it seem the world before us is shrinking?
Denial has you pause, a moment of disbelief
For behold the winds has yet become a thief
I stay strong when pain knocks at the door
though at times I want to cry and fall to the floor
to beauty is a gift that darkness shall take
leaving ruins after its wake
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem