he brings out all the memories
that she has been stacking under her bed
his face took away the safety blanket
that kept her from all her nightmares
all she is left is her pillow and her tears
while she sits there and think of the old days
her world is raining again
this time it is going to take a little more courage
to see the rainbow again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem