I know how it feels
To be you.
This sad look of things
Haunts me too.
Shrugging what shakes for
Cause, windy
Our nerve, nigh shatters
Branched, piny
Hand-clasped, in touch with
Sigh on sigh
Earth's inner torment.
Sweeps us by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem