Don't let rainclouds spoil the view
our tears are flowers, too.
that move mountains with a smile
a clear-country mile.
Your heart isn't a weeping violin,
don't let pain and anguish win.
There's music more rousing
even than the dawn chorus to sing.
Just remember there are
many more days, bows sitars to string.
Lovers to help you fly
or clip your wings.
Don't overanalyse either;
Like Icarus …we all burn and fall.
We've all flown too high in the ether
parting sepals—enclosing a fireball.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don't let rainclouds spoil the view Our tears are flowers too lovely psychotherapy poem with very poetic language and symbols, touching our heart and the saying to Mark keep writing..your poems are excellent 10/10
Nice comment my friend, thanks!