Its night,
and then one morning to awken
perfect faced
and beutifull teers blossom in my eyes
but ur morning is diffrent
its a gray morning
and ur heart is crying inside of u....just as...
the sky is crying out in the street
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every morning is unique and so is your poem. Well done my friend.