I waste my nights
In visible tears.
I waste my days
In invisible tears.
It's the kind of waste
I cannot recycle.
The kind of waste
I cannot reuse.
The kind of waste
That won't diffuse.
The cause of the waste
Is me
If there is no more cause
There will be no more waste
The world may be a better place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it s nice poem with a small concept but its has no symbol and theme in poem. try to write well in a clear idea