Sometimes you have to leave and let it pass.
Leave so you allow it to open.
Lead, but don't plead to bleed.
Lead like the wind before the rain.
Let it be told until you reveal its words.
Close your heart for a while.
But see it like a day with your eyes.
Like the cool of the night, shut your ears.
Don't hear and tear it down.
Just hold a pen to it, but never write a thing.
For you are your story.
Living it quietly without their noise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem