There's nothing poetic about brokenhearted people.
Nothing sings for them.
No song, no wind, no shade or comfort.
The sun will shine
And the rain will fall
On both smiles and frowns alike.
And the world revolves on...
Never a cease,
As day changes with night
And the seasons with another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem