Bereaved, missing you, wondering how to live with this
broken heart, not wanting to pick up it's pieces for
then tears will fall incessantly.
Watching prisms circling, their rainbows of color touch-
ing my mind, glistening like joy that used to be, now
just living a non-existence without you here with me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem