Life tossed him around
like a piece of paper
in the presence of a vicious
breeze he stood alone in the
mist ignored by most
he walked un-
-known his eyes were
always on his
past never looking to the
future He was always looking
back he never found
happiness he never found
joy he just past
us by. No
one said hi
no one said
bye he remained
Invisible to the naked
eye. He hardly talks
he feels left
out He walks through this
mist, wandering a
lone searching for the
day when he will be
come visible
again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tui well done this is a fascinating poem