Always looking around, and in depths of feelings being emanated
from people standing all around me.
Catching the rhythms of what they are feeling, I write them
increasingly into poems of worth.
Allowing compassion to exert itself and unfold it's soul towards
the opening of another's heart.
Recalling all the times that were once spent breathing in the
same sentiments and sorrow as those who get in touch with my
inner being now - writing of their emotions also.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem