My tears are streaming down
I cannot see
My tears are blinding me
I cannot speak
I cannot breathe
Life is drowning me
I cannot stand
I'm falling down
My tears collecting on the ground
Without a stir, without a sound
I am nowhere to be found
Without a stir, without a sound By the heaven i am found and his touch healed all my wounds...........Good Write........
You give yourself away in words in this one. The last stanza is very effective. Your style is uniquely your own. Excellent write, Sonya. Always your friend, Sandra
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I would like to translate this poem
And everyone cries with you, because you are irresistible in your anguish and despair. Very beautiful is this small, grieving poem.