In life, I know that everybody cries.
But I’ve never seen a tear from her eyes
Since her first breathed breathe, till the last breath dies.
Her small story was long and left unclear.
I won’t tell, from the rumors I had hear,
Not sad but surely made me shed a tear.
I learned from this story filled with reddish blue
That she did cry, even more than most of you.
But tears aren’t visible, till you look her through.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is soo true....I like it!