Rocking out in a garden of fields overrun with foolish weeds that had no caring or love anywhere around.
Lively echoes whispering in voiceless canyons of what used to be chambers of a heart.
One that had never been cuddled or softly talked to, a solitary confinement alone.
Moments that just refused to migrate into another's heart, forever stuck between hopeful thoughts.
Weapons of love that that strike through a desperation grabbing hold of every sense and the mind's intellect.
Causing a feeling of bereavement with sadness washing like the tide upon shores of this broken heart tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem