Lines were pouring down
From the disappointed sky
They had much to tell,
Yet they ran wild.
She had been there,
A woman in sorrow indeed.
Took a deep breath of sadness
As her time had arrived for reality.
Then she thought
If only she had the power
To heal anything
Would say a 'broken-heart'
Of inexplainable pain.
Everytime.
Everytime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem