I could cry you a river
That turned in its ways
And pour you a bucket
Of a still glistening bay.
I could make you a stream
In the deepest of wilderness
Unleash you a thunder
Drop you a waterfall.
The banks they would break
The dykes, they will not hold
For I could cry you a pacific
The tears of an ocean.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so pretty and sorrowful.