There she is,
Dressed in white,
Where people would have sat,
No longer needed,
Black stains her face,
From the tears that are now dried,
Her face scrunched,
She realized her mistake now,
She begins to cry more,
Because her mistake was seen by many,
Her once beloved man,
Wants nothing to do with her anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem