It rained today
Coming down on our solar
System,
Slicking our hair
Like cherry pomade,
They discovered a
Planet made entirely
Of tears
Where I carved her name;
It rings like pure
Glass.
I see her outside the
Window moving away
Unopened packages in her
Arms, a hail storm pattering,
Distorting newly birthed planets
Named after her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is decadently rich and symbolic. I love the title too.