It was a pluvial day of sweetness
When I receive my heart
Weakened by pain...
Full of stain...
With tears like rain...
I found a piece of it were missing
That really caused bleeding
But during the bleeding as I walk...
I found a piece exactly for the hole
It suddenly filled my heart into whole
More joyful than before...
All pains were ignore...
And full of amour...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I found a piece exactly for the hole It suddenly filled my heart into whole- -nice word play