Life is so strange,
it gives and takes.
It makes you smile,
and makes you cry.
I earned a priceless GIFT from life,
celebrating my joy of success with might.
A GIFT i held dear and high,
its as priceless as the stars in the sky.
But now, life has betrayed my trust
took my GIFT, leaving me in hurts.
My heart became sick, for death i longed
i'll mourn always for my great cost.
But despite life's unhealthy blow,
my heart is filled with hopes
of bringing my precious GIFT home
a joyfull feeling i love utmost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You re right Life is so strange. Gives us the gift and or we loses it or if it stays is transformed. Like so much your thought line.