Sometimes I stare through my roof,
O'er the bright Orange Sky,
Looking Past the countless sparkles,
And Lo Behold,
There I see a flickering vision of you,
The one I aspire to be.
I feel Gravitated back to where I began,
As I turn back,
Staring back at the little girl in the glass,
Only this time I smile at her,
As I say 'You are enough'
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" I feel Gravitated back to where I began", powerful and very imaginative. Nice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So much said in so few lines. Well done.