In this sweatshop our tears are not valued
As it's not shinning well.
Though it tastes salty,
Not exactly salt.
So it's going for a song.
Moth always flies to the flame
And burns it seems.
...................deep philosophy well written good friend, well done. Warmly, Jerry
Your tears are noted and recorded somewhere. And certainly your poems are not written in vain.Take heart and keep penning. Poignant work. Always your friend, Sandra
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice nice! ! I like this poem