All the crying
tends to feel like your dying
rekindled thoughts lash out fears
something more than just plain tears
with nothing else to believe
there only those left to relieve
the forgotten part of loneliness
Remains, the hollow part of shallowness.
A little much lighter, floating like a feather.
A formidable place feels much better.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem