She alone
In a broken church
Sharred memories full the room
Time slowly moves on
Leaving her untouch by age
Some would say it's a gift
To her is a curse.
For there no way to end it
As freinds and family move on
She must stay
As she thinks about her life
She realize
That you need to be careful
For what you wish for
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem