She stands, so still, so poised
Hears their voices - wait!
Don't make a sound.
Listens.
Every other word comes to her ears - oh God!
But it's enough.
She runs back to her room.
Doesn't care about noise anymore.
She flings herself down.
Weeps.
And watches the dawn break, silent yet still desperate.
And knows that nothing will be the same. Not now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem