Reciting from the heart, sorrow fills lines of poetry with
it's serious knowledge and inspiration.
Creating verses filled with tears and breaking of hearts,
as mind's sit alone in spaces of grief.
Afraid to venture into pathways of gardens above without
requisite ideals and belonging beyond.
Figuring totals of incisive decisions, partaking in death's
solemn intrusion into our lives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem