It is hard to bring myself together,
To consolidate the broken pieces of my heart,
I know you are gone,
I can look back at the past,
And smile on what I had,
Or cry on what I lost,
Either ways,
The compass of my life,
Had gone haywire,
North became South,
While South became North,
And though I was lost,
Alone and directionless,
I was determined,
To take roads,
That for some was non-navigable,
I am trying hard,
To calibrate
The compass of my life,
I know memories sting
But hopefully
Years will take away
The sting of memories…
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I would like to translate this poem
Excellent piece of poetry.Thank you.