Writing into the rhythms affecting emotions hidden below
the surface of this heart, crying alone behind curtains
of lonely emptiness.
Betrayal of a loved one, thought to be staying throughout
a long and beautiful life, instead, being taken away in
hands and embrace of death itself.
Watching as they are laid to rest, appearing as if they
were going to awaken, yet they never did.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem