She was a child with a broken heart
who knew not how to speak
broken winged and torn in two
she dragged her wounded pride
inside the body of a child
Not knowing who could teach
she lay dormant in her sleep
then one day she learnt to read
which gave her the power to speak
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such an amazing write...so very touching....continue to speak dear Sister of My Soul....hugs n blessings