A small gesture means the world
To this boy with no mother.
A fool's feeling of warmth
By such a small and delicate force.
I am not perfect...
I know that.
I make mistakes...
I know that too.
But never did I think I would feel such again;
Like being accepted
And then shunned
Gave me some estrange thoughts
Because
that my life truly matter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem