Just an innocent maden,
walks around the world,
questioning-
Only in her childhood-
When all is rosy, pink in here eyes.
She sees that good, all over lies.
No one spoke to her about the evil
That might meet her in her journey.
Even than,
She will not accept to see
For her, only beauty is free
She looks the world into the face-
With her naivity, she will only see grace
She bears a message in her heart
'It is better to be naif
Than to see the world's evil and greif'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem