Lasting feelings burning in my heart, yet alas, there's
no one waiting there for me, lights are dim, noise has
gone, rhythms playing softly.
Waiting interiorly, knowing no one will come for there
is no more love, passion has died, desires have all been
dried up, no longer running or feeding the passion of my
once vibrant and beating heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometime the greatest of all love comes from a void for even a tree can live again, wonderful poem with loss permeating each line.