I learned to run from crying
I learned tired from running
I learned silence from the tired
And from my silent, i realize
At my right, clear blue canal
Shining through my tears
It's not the real world that i suffering in
Not real wold that is better than the fairytale
I open my eyes
I silent my lips
My heart is calm
I must be patient
Instead the past does not exist
It's over
And if the time bring it back
It is no longer the past
That is present
And what is happen in past should not hurt now
Because it was there
and I'm still here
Call me melancholy
yes
but I'm only human
And I could change
I will
And I won't only cry
When i'll be hurt
For now
These tears keep flowing
But not only flow
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