Girl, we both suffer
When we do not communicate with each other
Frustration is setting in
The look on our faces are grim
Just how could this be?
Why are we living in a state of acrimony?
We are pushing each other away
Nothing but a very unpleasant sight to see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
unpleasant sight to see, good writing, thanks,