Like salt in the sea
it will always be there
foaming at the edges roughly
when stormy skies fill the air
still water, calm and clear
looking deep, inside is fear
tiny grains now asleep
while I weep, while I weep
the salt soon awakens
stirs and foams along the jagged shore
silently I cry no more
I feel my unforgettable past like what you have said in your opening two lines. A pragmatic write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enough tears will an ocean; each wave an part of your history.