I take my pen
And outline each of the stains
My tears left on the paper
And I think
How could any words
I would write
More perfectly express
My profound sadness
Than these small gray spiders.
great write, nothing speaks louder than the stain of a tear. good job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am ensnared in the poem, most simply, black ink is a gem of quality.