We all have our own story.
Our own patterns and shapes,
Our own colors and textures,
And our own history.
You may not think it is true,
But we are all stitched together.
By life and her threads of fate
And we all are stitched together by what we do.
Whether you waving at a man on the street,
Or donating to a charity,
Or simply writing poetry.
We all impact the lives of even the people we never meet.
Because we are all patches on the quilt of life.
We cover the land and sea
Stitched together at our transparent seams.
A fabric that can not be cut or torn by any blade or knife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem