he can be nice,
if he was only able
to smile
but his smile
is one distortion
he looks tragically
when for him
a chin is shivering
and sorrow for me
of him black,
at one time, of hair
of both expressive eye
and the look,
which I know only
from one small photo
put in quickly
on the Internet
personal side...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem