I close my eyes and hear
The shuffling of grains
Falling into the inevitable
Like love,
death is only a matter of time
And like death,
the scars of love are permanent
I am saddened by the thought
of losing both love and life
But, more so
The love of my life
As the abrasions of the grains
Have left and continue to
Leave their marks
Causing sparks!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the question of mortality in this write. Everyone can relate to the question of death, but not all can relate to the feeling of love. Broken hearts. Great write!