Her heart is wilting,
Like the leaves in Autumn.
Bright but dull.
Waiting to fall, helplessly.
Then it falls, forlornly.
Until someone notice her beauty,
He picks it up,
And keeps that fragile heart,
Like the leaves in Autumn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a beautiful and heartfelt piece of well written poetry.nice job Syamira