For every tear
I have cried
A new rose
Have grow
A new smile
Have adorn
The garden of life
So don't feel sorrow
Don't feel sad
If every tear
Hurted my heart
It was just
A small price
To pay for my laughs...
Joy is coming
After the storm...
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Monday, April 6, 2020
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