Many unknown sercets
that are running from my eyes
but not from my mouth.....
My sercets are washed away thru my tears,
but not my mouth.
It's not told because its hard to explain the feeling,
watch my tears was my face of sercets away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I adore the story and the way your portray your tears. Well done