She prays her deeds are sanctuaried
In the storage room of time
..Every indiscretion silenced
Should the tapes of time unwind
And may that prayer ease the ache
..Another lonely night..as she
Grieves the memory of yesteryear
...At Carmel.....By...The.....Sea
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey Jim, Loved the old version, and I love the new one and there's still that hint that there is something more behind this which is tantalising to your readers. Thanks once again for a wonderful poem.