Cold breeze blowing around
chilly winter biting the ground
but,
the hotness between them
was the drops of tear I found.
Burst out from the new jewels
melts the ice
and hitting hard through souls.
Not a single mile on this earth
and left to struggle
along the thorny path.
Searched a lot for her parents
not found a single foot print
took her into my rough hands
and found she gonna faint.
Rushed in search of warmth
and she was totally calm
no more tears
no more cries
from his white face I hears.
Tensed,
put her aside the fire
but,
no rise in hotness
no moment of inches
not even heart pumped
still left calm
live a unsheeped farm.
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I would like to translate this poem
I hope your poem is a start in realizing that girls are a blessing. Thanks for sharing, Xenophon Peace
well, hoping that all should realize it.