Silent sorrow reaching into my heart, squeezing it with life-altering effects as tears flow and spread themselves through my mind.
Then dripping quietly into my soul where all tears are gathered throughout life.
Sensing their presence with intellect, feeling the sorrow mounting by the moment, leaving me bereft and alone this dark night of the soul as I kneel and visit heavenly gardens once again in a brief interlude with grief draped upon my shoulders.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem