Each single tear
That drops
From your eye's
I catch
With my open lips.
As would some left
In a bowl
Filled
With white cotton.
There not
To fall and lay
Alone cold
Wet and abandoned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ouch, this poem is heart-melting, those pain tho, This deserves a 10+++++ I think you would like my poem photograph