tears of blood
tears roll down
in joy and sorrow
blood rolls down
when the soul is
ready to move up
like an arrow
to the unknown
distance away from you
but still closer to you
with you and without you
tears roll down
in joy and sorrow
creating an ocean within
only to swim deep into
only to swim along
the tides of time
forgetting the times past
forgetting the moments lived
far from the future
not knowing the day ahead
tears roll down for the soul
tears roll down far from the soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem