Softly frowning, thinking of a time that has long since
passed, remembering it with heart-felt sadness.
Tenderly touching it's essence, allowing it to flow
throughout, leaving teardrops behind in my eyes.
So gently, beholding images as they sit before me in
visions of untold sorrow, recollecting their joy from
within depths of my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem