The young girl sighed as she took the last breath of some,
Dreaming of a summer that would never come.
Realizing she took life for granted, and never stopped to think,
'Maybe this is the end, maybe my life's at its brink.'
Although death ever-so-suddenly hit her like a dart,
God only knew she had a very big heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem