Empathically feeling sorrow and sadness of people that come
near or close to this poetical being, smiling at them and
saying hello or good morning.
Usually getting a reaction in turn from them, sometimes
talking, needing someone to listen to them, which always
will happen.
Because of knowing times in life when needing to talk to
another, but there's never anyone that cares enough to
listen what needs to be expressed.
So instead, just writing poetry incessantly and posting it
for the world to read and comment on, meanwhile just feel-
ing, understanding and letting others talk, helping them to
feel someone knew and cared enough to listen once in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem