That beautiful face,
was a flower in vase
Beautiful to behold,
trapped in a vessel of gold
Standing by herself, she was a gem
but like the flower, cut from the stem
..
But all they saw was her beauty.
..
The tears in her eyes,
were dew drops on her petals
Praising the femininity,
they were blinded by cruelty
..
All they saw was her beauty.
..
Her lips would smile a lie
while her heart would cry
Couldn't they see her bleed? ,
her heart would often plead.
..
All they saw was her beauty.
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I would like to translate this poem
Good rendition of words. Lovely poem well articulated and nicely brought forth in beautiful rhyme scheme with insight. Thanks for sharing.