Apologies. Not words, but tones of voice.
Humility of apology, makes eloquence forthright.
Pridefulness of silence, will return, in kind, silence.
The brave are humble, and, they never mumble.
I saw a sparrow this day.
On crippled wings, it flew.
I thought of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Those last couple of lines are touching.