A stunning young girl,
In the quintessence of her youth,
The preponderate of her fate.
Glides through the undergrowth,
of a misshapen forest.
Wandering to her conclave,
Her spirit dormant.
Nothing.
The smell of blood,
A flash of glimmering fangs,
Then a calm,
Radiating,
Serenity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pia A nice poem Good flow Rgds Noor