Yell at the wind. See if it talks back.
Searching through this world are lost innocents.
Trying to find meaning in life.
But in the end what does it all mean?
We're born to die.
Maybe some will leave a legacy, most won't.
But we all still try.
We're only human.
During this time of searching, everyone hits a bump.
Be it small or large, we all have bad times.
Falling in and out of love.
Laughing and crying.
Gaining and losing loved ones.
It will happen to all of us at least once.
So in the end.
Keep searching,
Not only for who you love,
But what you love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem I enjoyed.