With every tear we learn to cry,
We learn to live a life we own.
Perhaps it's difficult to try,
To stay away, to stay alone.
My world inside is like a city
Forever crowded by my thoughts.
Believe me, it is just a pity,
How life has tied so many knots.
Each day my feelings slowly melt,
Like little drops, like drops of rain.
But it's the best I’ve ever felt -
Emotions washed away my pain.
With every tear we learn to cry,
To treasure what we had before.
Our feelings help us live and fly -
We really do not need much more.
30.03.2016
City of Rain
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Respect Russian reader please. Translate your poem. I think it would be nice.
Good luck!
Михаил Буреломов 26.08.2019 21:38 • Заявить о нарушении
Good luck!
Михаил Буреломов 26.08.2019 21:38 • Заявить о нарушении