Sometimes from pain,
Creativity can arise,
Conceiving the deepest feelings,
That artistically may thrive,
As consolation,
For the love that is gone,
As a poetic drive,
That to paradise and contentment,
Will never again arrive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, I hope that that last three lines do not have to be a truth for those who have loved and gotten run over by a cement truck in return. Yet your poems often share the truth, whether palatable or not... and you time and time again bring truth to the table and guide us to feel emotionally the truth of your words. well done, my friend....10++++++++++++++++++.