She stared at her with envious eyes
Her nature turning green
The tall blonde girl approaching her
With a figure very lean
Her eyes were the deepest blue
That she had ever seen
Her jealousy was surfacing
At this beautiful figurine
Her complexion was the clearest
That nature could provide
She thought of her own angrily
Her hatred opening wide
And then she noticed suddenly
A stick the colour white
And suddenly felt guilty
That she was blessed with sight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write :) ..............................................