I have always cried
And dried
Tears
From bearing pain
The heart too readily
And happily
Cooperated
When beautifully related
I wondered at the part
From tiny heart
Even though it stayed hidden in chamber
With always open gates to offer
I feel its beating
So natural in knitting
Magical web to attract
With beautiful act
Suck is role of heart
And not a deception form of art
It is always real
And intended to heal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have always cried And dried Tears From bearing pain The heart too readily And happily Cooperated When beautifully related I wondered at the part From tiny heart Even though it stayed hidden in chamber With always open gates to offer I feel its beating So natural in knitting Magical web to attract With beautiful act Such is role of heart And not a deception form of art It is always real And intended to heal