there a white cloud
abandons a blue personna
a tree rests
in the air of day
all the while
my heart does weep
to the heavens
is where i'll keep
fall not
but, grasp my ache
for there in your arms
is a place to weep
all the while
my heart does weep
to the heavens
is where i'll keep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The place to weep turns out to be the place to smile and be pleasant. Good verse.