even though I felt sorry for her
Her smile was broken,
and upside down.
Her hair was golden,
and her sunshine smile belied a
deep, secret unhappiness.
She was unhappy on the inside.
A beautiful clock,
yet her inner gears were haywire
I remember standing with her on the porch, in the dark,
It was cold, and our frosty breath was rising up to heaven-
Her smile lit up the evening like a lamp
There was sort of a nice silence
I could tell she was unhappy,
And I truly felt sorry for her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem