Sometimes, the angels come to her at night.
She sees white shadows in the holy light.
Her ‘yesterday' in silence passed away
To make ‘tomorrow' quite a better day.
She falls asleep and all her dreams are white.
To twist her fate, she has a cunning plan~
To save her life, she has a will to fight.
Her loneliness seems perfectly alright.
She has no hope of finding her dream man.
When she seeks solace in her life's dismay,
She's on the verge of tears, but still okay
With all her life~ she can't afford to waste.
And most of all, she wants novels to write.
Sipping her tea that has a cubic taste,
Old, hurting words come from the past to bite.
She learns to make her coming future bright.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem