Taking moments into my mind, watching them over and over
into the night, reliving all the feelings that went along
with them.
Finding no reasons or answers to why some have come to be,
loneliness gathering it's skirts, walking into an empti-
ness filled with abandonment.
Tears being kept in boxes of steel so they will not enter
our hearts, still filled with innocent desires that will
not dissipate or go away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem