When I think
the sun opens up and gets warmer.
When I think the clouds move slower
so I can remember.
My life is like an ordinary girl
without no one beside me.
When I think
the trees whoosh quietly.
When I think
the book opens up.
When I think
the grass grows greener.
When I think
birds sing quietly.
That's when I think of my life
Evelina. Another fantastic write, your material just keeps getting better and better my friend. i will be back to your site that a for sure. your friend in poetry Barbie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Girls of your age are not expected to do much of pensive thinking, but I am glad that you do it. And when you do it, you have beautifully described what you see and feel about life. 'the sun opens up'and gets warmer.' 'the clouds move slower' 'the trees whoosh quietly.' 'the book opens up' 'the grass grows greener.' 'Birds sing quietly' - Are some of the things that happen when you 'think of my life'. These are nice, poetic thoughts. Best wishes, keep writing!