A broken heart,
like that of the dew from fog,
of the taste of salty tears,
of the sound of shattering glass.
A broken heart,
like the worlds weight crashing down,
like explosions in a pounding chest,
never wanting to feel again.
A broken heart,
so fragile and sore,
the world left it
with its scars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A broken heart is the dearest to God.
True.