Outside on the rain soaked side walks a younge girl not a care in the world splashes in puddles and stomps through mud. Her little pig tails swinging back and forth, tiny freckles doting her face and a miss her first tooth grin that makes you smile no matter what. Then theres her eyes so clear, so happy, so innocent. In her eyes the rain washes away all the bad in the world and everything is okay and fresh.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem