Standing alone trapped in a fog of depression,
A young woman stares at the vast emptiness of a lake,
The moon's reflection shining brightly on the lakes glass surface,
Where ripples rarely obscure the beauty bestowed upon it,
The young woman stands at the edge of the lakes shore,
Water calmly caressing her calf's,
Making her breathless as she closes her eyes to a tear about to fall,
Opening her eyes she walks deeper into the lake,
Until there is nothing left but the scar the Earth had been given by the broken heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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