Life leaves a fleeting print of scar
Into the heart and all that is afar
But tell me something to know
What causes scar to show?
Is it the sentimental of tears?
Or the darkness of fears
To each places on earth
And to every heaving of breath
The wind gathers to blow alone
Clearing debris of life to atone
All scar, whether be it happiness or sorrow
Life still leaves a fleeting print of scar for tomorrow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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