Tiny droplets of pain arise in my eyes
and trickle slowly down my nose,
dropping what was to the floor.
They are dried by the sun and returned from whence it came.
Be still
Listen well
Even though no answers arise.
Vessel the unknown,
and have faith.
Your soul will answer,
when you need to know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice pen! May you feel your heart well! !