Rain pours down outside my window. 
Rain pours down, inside my heart. 
Lighting fills my room, so bright
Lighting strikes me, like a knife. 
Like the storms that come and go. 
Seasons change, feelings grow. 
Like the snow that melts in Spring, 
feelings fade away on a bird, on a wing. 
Tornadoes in my stomach spiral
nerves in my body are viral. 
Until the day the storm passes- 
I'll keep looking through rose-colored glasses.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Just having read two of your poems, I feel like I'm living them-sad but true. Very emotional reading.