even though I felt sorry for her
Her smile was broken,
and upside down.
Her hair was golden,
and her sunshine smile belied a
deep, secret unhappiness.
She was unhappy on the inside.
A beautiful clock,
yet her inner gears were haywire
I remember standing with her on the porch, in the dark,
It was cold, and our frosty breath was rising up to heaven-
Her smile lit up the evening like a lamp
There was sort of a nice silence
I could tell she was unhappy,
And I truly felt sorry for her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good write, Sam. Simple and short. And the imagery is powerful enough to make the reader explore with some empathy....'Her smile was broken, and upside down'....she was unhappy on the inside'.Good emotional flow. Thanks for sharing. Leonard