Amid the stary night
Stands a girl beneath a tree.
She stands frozen in time.
Eyes probing each star
Searching for a pattern
A reason for thier exsitence.
Her hand - as if of its own accord
Caresses the rough bark.
She has a kinship to the tree and the stars
They are her family
Her source of happiness
Among the teriffying solitude of her lonesome life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You paint a really great picture here... I really like it and it is a very clear picture for me. Good work once again ;)