Please,
hold me up
while I cry for awhile
to gather more strength
from the well.
Tears wash over me
cleansing my soul,
as butterfly kisses
soothe and comfort a child.
Hold my hand, please stay,
do not run...
at the end of the day it is you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So touching.....vulnerable....