The word is enough
to love who
was never loved
fervently.
The time is enough
to heal who
the love never hurt
mercilessly.
The hand is enough
to keep safe
the souls of those
who were never afraid.
The shoulder is enough
to give console
to whom never was
so sad.
The nature is enough
to surprise who
always lived far from the world
- the real world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem