Roads of life seem to be growing longer through the years,
taking us through memories of yesterday in lonely moments.
Settling into feelings of sadness, sorrow and abandonment
along the way.
Trusting no one to take them from us, so used to having
them alongside us in moods of sorrow, charging their
batteries with the salt of our tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem