The 'Willy' referred to in this poem is my friend & poet, Willy Whippor Willow, Jr.
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I heard someone complain about something
my friend did to her.
My heart cried that someone feels so mad at a person
who I care so much about.
It was about something that hurt someone.
My soul yelled at my friend for doing something that mean -
when she is such a kind, loving person.
Now I ask her forgiveness, for my soul was so loud
that it's words escaped my mouth
and fell on her ears, and I made her heart cry, too.
(November 1984)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem