The tears I shed today,
Are my inner feelings purged...
New feelings born to cry,
Run down my face, why? ...
Was it a past thought? ,
A love lost for naught? ...
Days remembered are building blocks for the future,
Not to stumble or fall but to nurture...
R. Gormley
(circa 2010)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem