look behind that window
an old lady with a smile
sitting solely
in a cold summer night
her skin though dry
and like withered leaf
still shows a glow
and beauty of life
she glitters with no light
but through her eyes
thoughts of mind
what makes her happy
ask thyself
simple things come around
her hair shimmers in silver
with mouth close
but speaking in mind
withouht words
more than what is shown
an old lady with a smile
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem