'You know - she said the other day -
People are all evil in the way,
And it's not the lack of kindness
It's just they are all blind as,
Well,
Obviously
They cannot see
What other person tries to hide
Somewhere in his deep inside.
That's why they imagine
A pure soul with no scratches.'
When I'd put it on me
I felt, I couldn't disagree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely conceived and written, Rusian. Thanks