They stroke my cheek
Move down my face
I try to hold them back
But they come anyways
There is no stopping them
I cry for the things I have lost
I cry for the things I have yet to gain
You are the only one
Able to wipe them away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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