I stare through the window up the hill. 
I stare, do you see me looking through that window sill? 
did you see me staring after you, 
as you walked away? 
 leaving me staring through that broken window 
staring the day away, 
 always staring always will 
through the window and up the hill.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    