Tears Of Life Poem by Dan Uriel

And there is no farm, where to run
He hurried his legs
The dense, angry sky rumbles
A straw spins on the stubble
He moans like an animal
Sobbing, but fear

Takes away the heat of tears
He would sigh, but suddenly
The cold sky
And only when he is skinny


Faint on body and face
Shiver flashes like lightning black rain falling
It's like it comes out of it
Like an immeasurably great weeping
Which accumulates in the lands
Glistening on the greens
Fills a ditch and digs a pit

Rolling in the meadow, in the vein
Rolls up in the air
And the child starts in the square
He has a way at this time
So this desire broke upon me, so desperately
So suddenly, so silly

I began to cry for my manhood
And on this soil soaked with tears
Where he has difficulty raising his leg
The man who would hurry
I'll stop now. Your wish
I wouldn't even notice if you wanted to