I stand - - - alone –-no pity
Same is the condition for all
In this jungle—in this icy world
Warmth we forget, soul burns- - -
Yet coldness we hold,
Leafless fruitless bare we are
Yet jealousy we wear,
there are so many negatives n this life. Some positives would be nice. A tree in winter gets so cold. excellent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
simply true...............icy, frosty, tangling webs of duties.........................