she is the innocence,
that lies in a child's heart,
she is the inspiration,
for every artists' art.
she is the wisdom,
in elderly people's advice,
she is the hope,
brought by every new sunrise.
she is the silence,
underneath the ocean blue,
she is the kindness,
shown by people few.
she is the laughter,
on a clown's face,
she is what makes home,
to the walls and place.
she is the memories,
of souls that perish,
she is the love,
that everyone cherish.
she is the warmth,
that a long hug provides,
she is the rage,
and the fury of tides.
she is the tenderness,
of the moon's gentle light,
she is the mystery,
held by every starlit night.
she is the victory,
for which everyone fights,
she is the poem,
that every poet once writes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem