Looking through the window
For my life
Seeing that everything
Comes and goes
The feeling of being lost
Wanting to be found
Never finding what I have lost
But knowing it is all gone
Not being a single soul
Watching all those eyes never find mine
Always alone in this pitiful world
Nothing but me and the tears
Running freely from these eyes
By Victoria Vega
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Join some clubs, go to church meetings, etc. [world full of people]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes what we are looking for is right in front of us. A great poem.