Charging lanterns, setting them alongside of the road,
clouded with darkness where an empty feeling combs
through and makes me feel the pain of yesterday's loss.
Hiding inside, watching and waiting for the rain to
fall upon my face, keeping salted tears from being
exposed in tell-tale aches of sorrow.
Opening up floodgates, carrying me away under bridges
of yesterday where one day tomorrow I may be found again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem