How do I look to you?
You like the
Mask?
People don’t waste your
Precious breath to
Ask!
Behind is a girl with so
Much sadness that aches
One could never
Tell…
There she is on the corner of a statue
With her head down, while the shadows
Covers her face and leaves
It anonymous……..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem