you are very nice and gracious...
i wish i had had met more women like you...
most of them turn a blind eye toward me
by turning their back on me completely
and walk away... as they turn a deaf ear
to my lamentations fused with lovelorn pangings
they'll never hear just because
they are way too far away that all they ever hear
are as if I were whispers in the wind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem