The red rivers flow again. Slow at first for it ''twas only a ripple to start the flow. The pain soars high into the clouds of doubt and frustration. Dripping the tears of frustration and hard work wasn't enough to hold back this storm. Mother Nature has come around possibly at full peak. What to do but to succumb to the storm and hopefully come out in one piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem