Infant eyes of sight
Robbed through others' plight
The evergreen child grew blind
Now stumbles through hearts and minds
Always yearning to please
Rarely received with ease
Groping does she roam
Not yet to find a home.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Look up! My dear, look far and near! One day when at rest you reside, you'll look and find everything is inside!