You'll see her by the river, dancing with someone called death with a single sigh she'll take a seat on the grass and sing till she's out of breath.
you'll see her flirting, with temperation and pain and if you pay her respect she might even whisper your name. You'll see her at her best, a smile upon her but will u see the way it fades without a trace?
You'll see her at her writing desk a pen held in her hand she might write an poem but she wont expect u to understand. you'll see her at her worst, with tears behind thoes eyes but they wont stain her pillow you see she refues to cry.you'll see her at her kindest trying to save a life she'll take your hand a rescure you and say itll be alright, you'll see her when shes valueable, when shes fast asleep but didnt u dare assume shes fine this girl has secerts to keep. you've seen her inevery single way, you've seen her many times, but is it enough to make you stay?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine display of prosaic verse...~FjR~