Dark, cold, alone she waits
Watching waiting for open gates
And there she did sit
Whilst the lanterns were lit
Waiting for someone to set her free
Yet never tries does she
Instead she reflects upon her woe
That we as people reap what we sow
And that she in life had done no more
Then sit and wait for her open door
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem