Lines of sadness
Deeply crease her face.
Giving traces of madness
That no longer will erase.
They map the past behind her,
Leaving memories, still,
In place.
Grieving portents of her future.
Has she run her youthful race?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've seen people who's faces have the lines you speak of here - you just know life has been rough on them - I really like this one Carla! ! (Had to look up 'portent' - so I learned something new.) :)