Looking at a woman I see strength, pride, kindness, success, power and strife. I wonder what she see thru her eyes do she see colors of her soul like wings of a Butterfly red, green, blue or gold or does she see destiny down the road. Life is strange when it comes to words, Love, Hope, Trust do anyone knows we find our way through endless dreams from imagination on Angel’s wings. Beauty is grace, joy and life we all were told. I think It’s just having GOD’S. Breath to hold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem