Scott free, scooting along pathways of heartache,
taking all the tears and stringing them like pearls
to be kept in necklaces, treasured forever in jewelry
boxes.
Sacred, taking time to become valuable with every
passing moment.
Never lessening, only moving onto plains where they
will be seen by everyone in a poem written quickly
in verse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem