As a man deserted on a chilly mountain,
Have a just short look at the sky
And ask yourself whether what you see is still blue
If the answer is yes,
Then look behind what you have now
Empty or a packet of lonesome smile
When you feel the bitter cold on your cheek
Try and find a remedy to cover the tears
With a handkerchief that removes the pain
Brings you to the top of the slope
And scream what you have lost
Life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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