Blind:
I can't see the stars,
And I don't want to try.
As bright as those stars shine,
Each one of them must die.
Deaf:
I can't hear the rain,
And I don't want to try.
It'd only hurt my feelings
To hear the blue sky cry.
Mute:
I can't say 'I love you',
And I don't want to try.
It has no meaning anymore,
It's only used to lie.
I am not deprived,
I was only spared.
God made me this way,
Because he truly cared.
There's always a silver lining....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful poem pessimistic, but quite true as well it was a joy to read and i'll continue to read your poems avidly Weiermann