In her eyes,
the reflection of the world,
the innocence of a child,
the seed of beauty.
In her hands,
the touch of grace,
the flame of majesty,
the strength of kindness.
But within that perfect vase,
there's not a flower,
not a soul,
nothing.
She dances with much grace,
but her heart is not moving,
she can neither weep nor smile,
becase she's just an empty shell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely written, hats off for you!