I guess you can only give what you can give...
And I am hollow with grief.
A hole so large
I bend,
And crumble,
Shatters the crystal tears from a glass Heart.
A stab straight through and beyond.
Only the shell that is left, quakes.
Death.
(5.1.9 Waterfall)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem