Pools of sadness lying below on pathways of
yesterday's past, signatures of sadness that
I've had in life so far, scribbled on walls
of my heart.
Salted, shimmering in sunlight, not showing
intense pain and hurt they represent, no one
can see any of it, all has disappeared and
gone within, being remembered only in our
memories from now on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sorrows...in past do sadden the present....the burden is painful.....Plz read my poem.......Dying Affair.....