Ink tears
whom rest
in black tears
Do so they
course upon
my face
Are mine of pain
and sorrow
of anger
I can't abate
yet what of the
hate
of past
and present
Those are the
tear's
that I so
shed
Such with
but a pen
each tear
with a meaning
for each has its
own feeling
they all carry
their own
reason
Yet never do they
reach the
ground
A sob for the
ink of my
tear
unnoticed unknown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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