Like Messiah, a holder
Of truth and sight
Behind broken windows
Of souls the eyes she has
Conveyed more than her
Tongue ever has tired.
Another person seeking
Happiness expecting to find
It disguised.
Why?
Always seek and never
Find what lies only
Within
Through out.
We are caterpillars that
Seldom realize to change
Into
Butterflies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great! It's great the way you wrote it... it just flows... Elya Thorn