Heavy, is the sigh
Of a burdened maiden.
Loud, is the cry birthed
From a fleeting suspicion.
Divine, is the look
Of a long awaited hope.
And into unheard words,
We all do recklessly float.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
definitely well done. The flow is so light. the message is careful and goes deep in