What moves the rain of sorrow?
How do it's tears find their way into a heart
and make it ache?
Tell-tale memories trickle forth from inner
labyrinths - at first totally unaware.
Then the sliding wetness suddenly is upon your
cheek forming a tear.
Where does the tear of sorrow go when you gently
brush it away?
Does it forever have a heavy heart or does the
heaviness cause it to die?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem