Her brown eyes gazed at me while I continued to write
The dark blue blanket looked so soft as she pulled it closer
And waited impaciently for me finish
Her dark brown hair framed her face perfeclty
And the white pillow was barely noticable
As the night grew darker
Longer
Her eyes grew tired
Weak
Closing ever so slowly
She drifted away in a deep
Peaceful sleep
Ignoring the outside world
For nothing can hurt her now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem