Listening to an old song,
Looking at my mother,
With those tired hands
Have stroked thorns,
Image of silence in her eyes
While they're smiling,
Too many lessons
You may not bear the burdan,
Smile of this secret in mother's eyes
Tells me
Get ready, get ready
Hang lips out on ears
As beautiful as an earring
Image of silence in mother's eyes speak many things. Very fantastic poem shared with reality.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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