A broken dawn I yet foresee,
My inner courtroom convicts me,
A sentence passed so bitterly,
For when I raise my head.
The longer left, the harder be the key to turn,
And harder still new words to learn,
But only thus, forgiveness earn,
Of the one to whom I’m wed.
Sounds to say by candlelight,
Sighs to breath so late at night,
Whispered words to make things right,
Before I lay my head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
John, short and to the point. Great write and thanks for pointing it out to me and sharing it with us. All the best David