When was it
i only knew me
i cried
Merely to see my shadows
Even if
By my side
Someone hold my hand
i didn't know or feel
Lots of landscapes and peoples
Passing by
But it were only my backgrounds
In the whirlpool of the world
There was a unique 'I'
That was a value of values
It was a only gift i could give
One day suddenly
i found a box
As soon as i opened it
With my poor hand
The overflowing with sparkling river waves,
The precious tears of acquaintances
Shed for me
Passed through the body and wet the soul.
Now i can know and feel
Neighbor's crying
It became my best worth.
Thank you we try to see our neighbor's life. It is a beautiful value.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The worth if self counts above all. Other's hurt snd never feel they hurt...but ehen ee hurt others everyone speaks... good poetic expression.
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