A Soul is sitting lonely as cloud,
In the narrow lane of life that soul cry,
Oh tears lonely lonely cry,
You called yourself lonely? ? Come to see that soul's solitary world.
Between some of lines
Lost soul Fail to climb,
No footsteps are heard
As nothing makes sound.
Lonely soul where is your home? ?
People see you running on the road.
Tears drop are you sad? ? ?
Oh tears lonely cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a soul the old gypsy timeless to timing emptiness to space posses a great place from the unknown antique cycling, recycling body to body, life to lives as the eternal living agent in variety form from the shapelessness