A friend's eyes
is clouded with the wits
of his own thoughts.
A friend's wish
is willed by the efforts
of his own labor.
A friend's action
is benighted by the slam
of his own door.
Only one remains...
His dream and afflictions.
Haggard as he may be
But, the work starts here!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that was a very powerful poem, and caused me to think a great deal abou the way in which friendships form and grow. thankyou for sharing it with me xx