It’s a story about a girl,
she had become alone,
In a storm of people around her, by her side
She is still alone.
She has nowhere to go, nowhere to be,
No future that she can see
Time is truly but a virtue
A countdown to see who’s next in line.
Images of people & thoughts in her mind.
She searches for these faces,
In a world so sublime.
The enigma she faces is so hard for people to see,
It’s a common misconception of who you are
and how your supposed to be
but she’ll keep on thinking
unitl she can receive,
the last piece of the puzzle
that will make her complete
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem