Thanks for thanking me all the time
Without thanking me at all
Your seemingly thankful thoughts are fine
Feelings on the rise and fall
I see that look as I open the book
The pages of your mind
As I read your thoughts with a vacant look
And see your looks are kind
I don't know why and I don't want to try
To know what's on your mind
I'd rather escape to my own dream world
As reality is often maligned
Silence speaks a million words
As you quietly look at me
As I see myself in your eyes
Even if you don't see me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem