seasons come and go
I've seen quite a few
liquid moods and change
are all I ever knew
I am left to grieve
beneficent intention
just as rivers pass
fading to oblivion
what does it matter now
broken heart or promise
I finally have become
a jaded doubting Thomas
I have seen the wound
I know the bitter pain
I was washed anew
in blood and lust and rain
so it is with waters
baptism and rebirth
as I begin again
to tally up the worth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem