I Will Make You Cry.. Poem by Fatima Nusairat

I have, from the sadness,
The most beautiful, anthem.

Approached..
I will recite to you the sadness details,
In it, a flow of pure tears..
Which makes the supersaline sea, drunk.

Oh wanderer,
You who trapped
In the Ah...
Are you thirsty?
Here is..
Raceme of sadness in vats

You who track..
The grief boats in the sea
Tell me: any breathless waves..
Fall down on your eyes..?

Oh.. Tales night..
Which adores my death.
Here I am twirl in your surroundings.

Behold..
I launch the ah..
Up and far..
Beyond the wing of an eagle
Behold I launched,
The poem..
Without sin.
Oh mirrors laugh
Souse of my moan

Give me any name you want
I am only, your river
Which pours at
The tree of your sorrow

Give me any name you want
I am only..
Your light or roomy darkness
pearls in your oyster,
Or foam of your sea,
Your birth,
Your Madness,
Your death,
Your repentance.
Give me any name you want
I am only..
The anthem of your sadness bird
Which perched at your ports