She sit in silence.
Rocking to the sound of nothing.
Hearing each and every unspoken words.
With the needle of life past.
Sewing the patterns of yesterday.
Together with the thread of time.
Listening to nothing and hearing it all.
Tender is the moment that never seem to last.
Watching each and everyday as they come and go.
Not knowing when they will come no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem