Reservoir about you
Only cash could count
Never less
Never enough
Hold much sadness within
Silence and muted
Broken hearted
The fallen goddess
Now is raising shine
After the bricks was broken
Life shall not forsake
Behind shadow over meadow
Dried soil
About you
Only name
Not a skin
Not a heart
Only diminishing humanism
In a man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true, Rose, some men live like animals No skin, no heart. They deserve our pity, They may never the know the sweetness of peace of mind that comes with a caring soul. People like this are not worth a microgram of our adrenaline, spent on hatred or anger, just pity....