AS I looked at her swollen
Eyes I suddenly felt deeply touched
By their fragile broken beauty
As the sun slowely reveled
Her broken dreams scattered
On the floor
She had stumbled upon peoples
Happiness and had never
found joy in them
Here shoulders were heavily burdened
By unknown problems yet it felt so
Familiar
Until the day came when
She alikend herself to
A flower, sad flower
She saw how the flower stood
In the rain and never complained
It had found a home in the storm
After all if it was not for the rain
Would the flower have
Grown?
I thank You and I do merely try, to be the best writers at the age of 16
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey man this is not a poem, these are magic words, so delicate and touching marks 10 +++