The tears meander in and out as
Though they are a great river of relief-
An only outlet to
The rains of pain and the
Levy your mind has become.
First cool and calm, as
All rivers begin, they slowly
Erode away composure and
Control your life has built
And those tears shall never
Be tamed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem