When grief is shared and spoken aloud,
it eases itself upon a shelf for a while,
allowing space to breathe and rest.
Waking from sorrow's grasp, peeking around,
seeing nature exploding in your soul with
love.
Life begins to become alive again for the
first time in quite a while, sharing it's
explicit joy throughout life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have enjoyed reading your poems are any of your books available in the UK: O) 10/10