Bravely, she finally spoked with him
Laughter doesn't exist but grim
Unbearable pounding of the chest
Empathy at being oppressed
Hand-wringing chatter she'd comprehend
Enough counting stars, hearts will mend
Avenging spirit will soon expel
Reclaiming the joy and be well
Think hopeful thoughts and don't rebel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem