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