The window
reopens
the curtain
thin and transparent
hardly can separate
inside from outside.
The shadow of darkness
intensifies
the more and more
You are beautified.
The man out side
waiting centuries long
petrifies in the
cold breeze
from inside.
i think this is the matter of wisdom and acceptance. not all the time everybody can feel the thin line. beautiful poem dear
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I would like to translate this poem
When love is not reciprocated, some people break down, but some turn hardhearted with feelings petrified! Great write!