It comes and it goes,
as do the tides.
This DEPRESSED state of mine.
This deep SADNESS in the back of my mind
somehow, finds its way
to the backs of my eyes.
Leaving them heavy; like clouds
eventually the rain will come.
To the WHOLES in my heart,
that I once thought LOVE would fill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem