when the burden of life is too much
as the rain to the cloud
and you are so tuckered out that you can't bear any more
the weight and pressure
your legs are dead
and out of coldness
you condense and freeze
though you try hard to conceal
but the wind knows all and tells
different stories with a hundred photos
real and genuine
through your two beautiful and bright eyes
only a true friend knows
how to read your mind
and what goes on inside your soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I loved the poem. Reveals a longing of the Soul for acknowledgement that few satisfy.