I have burned and drowned my innermost thoughts;
There shall be no redemption,
Or holy place where we could reconcile.
I have dusted the memory of where you exist.
Your sweet giggles will not reach my deafened ears;
I'll blind the eyes that would seek for you.
Never again
Will your flower bloom in my spring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem