From behind the Soft,
silently it emerged.
Pure and pearly,
trickles down the flow.
Gradual...down the slope,
not gushing, but a silent stroke.
Blurring by...the vision,
but what's left to see?
Shattered and abandoned,
From the last hope, its free...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this one is simply amazing, I had to read it three times! I'll guess its about a tear?