The faces of people are many
Some beam with joy their sprit busting to get out
Some are trapped in their own world showing nothing of their inner self to the outside
Some have the look of purpose a mission to complete
Some just meander no set goal in sight
The faces of people are many that many we tend to forget
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely done, faces are the door to our emotions and sometimes the window. Peace, L&T