As she weeps in sorrow,
crystal tears run down her cheeks,
sitting on the floor waiting for an answer,
a calling of some kind to tell her its ok,
pondering on what is to come and what is done,
trying to forget what she has lost and think on what is to
come,
dreaming of that someone to render her of her troubles,
the someone that can hold her tight,
kiss her breath away,
look deep into her eyes in meaning of love,
to sweep her off of her feet when needed a lift,
she is waiting for him.
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I would like to translate this poem
You describe it perfectly Kaizen Kidd. A real sorrowful tale of one woman alone in a cold world. Hope is all we have ya know? A harrowingly spot on the pulse poem.10 from Tai still waiting and still with hope.