I was drawn in by the sheer beauty
Her long slender form a mere glimpse of what she had in store
Long since gone with haunting memories of the past
A ghost of her former self
The twinkle in her eyes having faded to a washed out dullness
Veils can only hide so much
Sugar coating the pain to a more brighter, promising future
No need to be afraid of it
I see her now as she used to be seen long ago
Dazzling, majestic, musical
A story of sacrifice and honor
I feel like her simple smile has millions of unspoken tales behind it
Wrongly accused of betrayal and hatred
Tied down by chains
Heavy burden being forced to carry upon her shoulders
How would one help such a fragile soul…
…. For if the soul never existed to begin with?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine start with a nice poem, Scarlett R. P. You may like to read my poem, Love and. Thanks