in truth
you must know
there is something inside
us that builds up
upon itself
and wants to erupt
we cannot hold it
there is more
that this dam self
can take
the rain of realities
still pour
until everything is us
is full
and then we let go
everything
that bothers us
to make us whole again
to make us
sleep again
like once a
peaceful river
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem