From the ashes an old
wound that plagues my
heart rise above what
once was locked away
and kept my mind at a
gentle ease awakens to
put my mind in a new turmoil,
these thoughts provoke
my mind and put the setting
around me in dismay, these
actions go unoticed for
wounds never die they always
resurface.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem