There are the scar that they have never seeing within..
The only thing that are true when tears keep streaming
out from little wounds that never stop bleeding..
Afterall she kept dreaming and steply down her face time
seem's forgotten her grace lost within the sins never forgiving
all the pain and the scar that they have written upon her skin..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem April, I really enjoyed this beautiful piece. Keep up the good work.