a crying poem
mourns for its words
and lost rhythm
it is lost some more
because it reasons out
and tries to explain
and enumerate
its lament its sorrows
its cheeks have teardrops
following the
flow of its sadness
a crying poem keeps
a name of its
lover, and listens to
no one.
it asks that you
must leave it
at once.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem