I tried to think
How she might have looked
When she was younger
And I wondered
If she thought the same way
As me
Her mind is a beautiful thing
I'll be sad
If it's taken
From any of us
But beauty goes
At least for now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beauty is eternal and beauty is one's own judgement. A relevant poem about the beauty itself.