The masses of people,
Moving in a crowd,
Formed circles like in a cloud.
But they didn't speak to each other.
These masses,
Didn't move around.
They shoved and pressed,
Each other around.
Their movements seemed useless.
Their actions careless.
Their walking around without direction.
This crowd.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
each other around, good write, thanks.