The body quakes
Aches with pains unknown,
even my tears are dry
my misery leaves me forlorn.
Her gentle words
that would soothe with their touch,
are today dry like the khamsin
what did i do do to deserve so little, so much?
She lives with laughter
her eyes always alit with a smile,
the world does not see my pain
what she has made go thru for a while
so today i am back
as i was always, alone
but i am harder now
you wont hear me cry, nor moan.
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I would like to translate this poem
Very moving. Thank you.