She cries
but even she cannot hear
the sound of her weeping,
nor feel even one tear.
Her sholders, unbowed.
Her face is not flushed.
Her eyes remain clear.
Her moves, unrushed.
No grimpse twists
her smiling lips.
Nor is there a tremble
in her fingertips.
Her breathing is steady,
neither sudden nor loud.
Truly no proof of her crying be found......
yet...
yet...
Still she is crying.
A soul wrenching
brutal tear....
That drips from her heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem