let it be known to Sorrow
that I've reopened to smile -
Inspite of its ritual calling,
that I dwell and share his cries.
emancipated by fleeting time
that eventually quitted pounding;
for inspite of the agony that
doesn't sleep, I never die.
Inspiring poem this - flows beautifully and great to read, steve
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
for inspite of the agony that doesn't sleep, I never die. We just keep on. Great piece Melanie!