Time
cannot
ease
my pain.
The rain
will
always
fall.
Sometimes I want.
Other times I need.
My heart
cries
memories
in desperation.
I look back.
I stare into the past.
My eyes are tired.
They strain
with
the effort
until
I
can
see
you.
(10-28-1976)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem