The teardrop
I love the tear,
its rolling steps,
its trembling on my face …
I feel the tear
While it is suspiring me,
my loneliness is growing milder.
I love the tear
it loved me ..
it swallowed me up,
it drove me wilder.
I love the teardrop!
While is kissing by the lips of pain,
my dreams and my songs.
I love it again…
The tear for me was dropped!
Translation by: Laureta Petoshati
