I asked the sky to cry for me
my tearducts have run dry
the thoughts tear at me in my head
till I feel like I could die
I asked the flowers to wilt for me
my muscles are so weak
to crumble and fall I witness this
and do not feel so bleak
I asked the trees to dropp their leaves
they didn't answer my groan
watching them dancing in the breeze
makes me feel so all alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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