so light and carried away,
she's running through the wastelands,
hoping to find meadows, far away...
doesn't believe that she's spoilt it,
yeah! she's not gonna be a chit again.
seconds tick, beats tack, years after, wrinkles attack
no hand can restore a day,
and days can't remember her,
looking at the mirror and taking aback...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cracked pearl I like your style of poetry