Dried leaves so brittle, breaking in the blustery wind,
Along avenues of cold, stark houses,
Introverted, conservative with spasms of hypocrisy,
She is never invited to tea,
In her world of been a misfit, for them all to see,
Its like been in a snake invested pit,
Hissing with their long, slimy tongues,
Like the bitter taste of sour lemons.
Endless concrete paved, along upstanding tree lined avenues,
Wide roads gaping, dividing and subsiding people,
She lives in a fantasy to cushion against the verbal abuse,
Letting her dreams run loose,
She choose nature's contrast to let go of the hidden past,
History swirling around like a ghostly shroud,
Pieces of her emotions ripped, torn and worn,
She is born to fall, fall down.
Defiant, but she is restrained, tied and bound,
Music lifts her weariness, finding kindness,
Love is her retreat it swims like a fun loving dolphin,
Just like candy so sweet
Blocking out mindblowing torture,
That is hard to endure.
Kisses, hugs and sentiments,
Is her holiday from an everyday punishing lent,
Vibes of bad thoughts which fought for her collaspe,
Is up against a serenade of passion,
With her keen sense of fashion
Helping her to pull through,
Relief at the freedom of sentencting this thief,
To never again allow anybody to give her grief,
Her music is booming out loud,
Now she is dancing on clouds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem