Many types of people roaming around,
doing their temporary errands for today -
all sizes and shapes from all different walks of life.
Appearing to be quietly accepting of their individual
fates, yet, who knows what they are going through in
their daily lives.
Prayers are sent to everyone I see that transfers to
me some sort of emotional feelings they are trying to
deal with.
Then I move on with my own problems held in check,
hoping someone along the way will pray for me also.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem