Written in tears,
Each dropp stained with red.
never ending fears,
Of the next word said.
What was once strength,
Is now dreadful pain.
Words spoken in length,
As a never ending rain.
Thunder shakes its violent fist,
As lightning strikes a broken stone.
The clear rain reluctantly hissed,
As the sky began to moan.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem