standing on the hill
dreaming face looks at me
but it has closed eyes
people laugh around
do not pay attention
to the fate
why me?
the clouds cross the face
still there looking like
fatality
you do not need open eyes
to see the truth
but you need them
to see someone's soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you do not need open eyes to see the truth but you need them to see someone's soul. wonderful dream, , , , , hills, eyes, , , , dreaming, , , , , , , clouds, face. truth..... just fine a poem. thank yu. you have great imaginatory powers dear poetess. tony