Teardrops sliding down windows of an interior soul,
touching innermost emotions.
Fulfilling desires that need to be expressed and
sated in an acceptance of life's promises.
Whichever dirction we are headed, there is always
a way to be contrived and left empty-minded without
a soul to love and care for us in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very STRONG VERY TOUCHY love the write thanks a lot