Deep, dark melodies issuing forth, making thoughts slowly
come out of the darkness of night, regular melodies search-
ing, pinpointing minute bits of light on issues of the past.
Watching as grief and loss have overgrown like weeds, ming-
ling with feelings and emotions, tangling and mixing tears
with bittersweet memories of the past.
Lonely and windswept, thoughts scattered everywhere through
this mind as tears fill an interior ocean, soaking this
being so thoroughly and completely during the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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