You could call me insane,
but I saw a little girl cry, and I told her,
'You're wasting them.'
'wh-what? '
'Your tears.'
I was a little girl once, and I cried over every death....
but I wasn't used to it.
Now, my oceans and rivers have dried, and I have no hope.
And I can't see two feet from my face.
'-wasting them...'
Wow, What a concept for a poem. Read mine - Frost Flowers - Adeline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is well written, love the concept in a way positive