A disappointed look on a child’s face
His legs swing back and fourth
There is no light, color
No person has
Bright red hair glittering, shining
In the light of the sun
Which is
Not there.
Cloudy, wet and dark
He sits.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Short but appealing...Maddy u have talent.Don`t be lazy...be posting on