The last teardropp comes like them all
from the heart and from the soul
But this is the las one of them all
it comes down so very slow
and it's very small
It comes before you can dry it away
Then it's gone
You wait for tomorrow and a better day
When there will be no tear to wipe away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is stunning. I'm touched.