A time of sorrow
she would suffer on her own;
so obedient, so small
she became invisible.
No longer could she see herself
there in the eyes of the gods;
the day childhood folded the open fan
that was her soul.
Lonely unshed tears remained inside;
years she would never forgive or confide
after she quietly disappeared
behind the walls of her heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem