My tongue is useless
I know.
I can never tell this to you
With ease.
And when we are airs apart
The 'act' is unknown.
For, still, after the 'Day of Tear Sheds'
I am afeared
You pass there and I do
Never a thing,
For that 'act' again I must say
Is unknown -
I KNOW NOT IF A SMILE
IS EVER WELCOME.
But, I swear, I'm wanting very much
A comfort
Of souls and hearts and all
Like MG's.
For we said, 'We had forgiven us'
But still,
There is this hazy WALL.
Let US wipe it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i think this poem really is very personal... in a way that you intended to write this for someone as to make peace or a sort of way to confess what you really want to say... you are really wise to use writing poems this way...