Let me cry tears-
Heavy as your praise
For your story- burns
As though it were my own
Through conquest
You shall triumph
Tomorrow and forever
You will walk-
On your own two feet
As discard your-
Broken chariot
Confuse your betrayer
And burn your bridges
A fairy tale-
Without a damsel
Born into distress
Shrug off- my heartfelt
Goodbye- and I'll ignore
The apologetic look
I caught in your eye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Born into distress Shrug off- my heartfelt Goodbye- and I'll ignore The attitude of heroine and spirit is into evolution here.But conquests carry on.A praiseworthy write here.