Heavy heart sitting in my chest, looking out at life revolving
around me.
Noticing the little, unnoticeable things taking place around
me in many exacting moments.
Riveting attention on people and what they're not saying or
expressing, wondering at the ease in which I can get in touch
with inner feelings or thoughts of others.
Empathic senses always on the alert, especially zeroing in
on saddened loneliness, emanating from another's soul as it
reaches out to mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem