Patterns left us by loss can be beautiful, but are filled
with sadness and loneliness at times, perpetual tears will
flow unbidden, even in a crowd.
There's nothing to be done about it for that's how sorrow
and grief hit us in moments of silence and surprise, every
experience eventually a beautiful design reflecting the
fabric of our lives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem