the way I feel when my body moves
the heart skips the mind cuddles
poles away miles of tears
slide the crush across the shore
torn apart by the cruel lies of wisdom
tender words from the harsh intent of the
damaging blows
curled up in a ball like a fearful child
the strength that comes from pain
is the most powerful song of
beauty and pride of a woman
who falls in love
with a soul with
a colourful laugh and
smile
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I would like to translate this poem
the strength that comes from pain is the most powerful song of beauty and pride of a woman who falls in love with a soul with a colourful laugh and smile......iliked the last stanza very much dear poetess.......it is happiness and pride together in the positive sense. tony