Unprepared, unaware and imprudent
She faces her fast coming future
The sweet scent of success
Not knowing of its consequences
Untold luck
Emancipated journey
Must she grab the complement?
Rather escape the malicious vision
Remorseful and relentless
A retaliating sadness
Enslaved with her burning passion
Reaching the ever beaming star
Crystal clear bliss
Withhold a pencil
Write off the life, the evidence of it all
Inevitably flawed but to perfect is grace
(Laguna,2007)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem