Untitled.. Poem by orangecat bluebandanna
Untitled..
a confined present
from a punishing past.
of a room filled with only I,
when I feel as if i am nothing at all,
and to be nothing is something,
anything that should be shared,
For we all see;
for we all are I;
though we are never blind;
we are only timid in sharing;
for we all are in disguise
and forget that we all have a connection,
its that we all have eyes.
I am only I.
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/10/2024 6:39:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
beautiful poem shared! ! ! Thanks..........