Tears run down her face
why does she cry?
She cant remember the little things
in her mind
One second she thinks
less than a minute
Its gone-her thought
Bits and pieces return to her
but she cant remember
she's now so angry-she cries
In her world theres no use of a thought
if only parts exist
The whole thought must be there
but her memory couldnt store it
~IP23
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem