Everything is noticed from leaves being scraped across
the ground by a breeze, to ducks cackling on the water.
Noises no one else would hear pound against ears and
head, hearing all that goes on in the atmosphere.
Feelings somehow are the same, they incessantly bring
the pain of others to light within a heart.
Knowing fragments of how people are feeling, brings a
deep sadness into another's soul.
There is nothing to be done, they cannot be separated
in any way.
It will always be like this I guess, sharing sorrow
that others carry with their ineptedness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem