Whistling, whispering winds blowing through my mind,
arousing feelings of loneliness, escaping from within
my heart.
All times of sadness stretching and yawning in my
sight, light shining upon them, illuminating their
abandonment and sense of grief.
Leaving me bereft, holding onto the lamentable times
of life that I only wish would disappear into a lost
horizon, yet knowing that will never happen while I
am still alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem