i feel my tears flowing to my cheeks
it feels like blood flowing from fresh
wounds but no pains that comes with
i let it reach bed sheets; it’s soundless
couple more followed and i don’t mind
i’m so quiet i’m out of myself; shock
things started to come together but i refuse
i blame it to pollen onslaught; window open
who will believe that story beside myself?
i chuckle little bit and i get up to have drink
to loosen my chest and to get a fresh intake
it’s a moment that you and me could partake
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem