The veil falls slow, revealing what was veiled,
A secret held beyond our eager sight;
Regret walks in where certainty once sailed,
And shadows stretch to claim the fading light.
Words left unsaid return with bitter weight,
Decisions made without the knowing hand;
The heart discerns what cannot alter fate—
Truth blooms at last, but does not understand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem