With a humble heart.
With rosy cheeks.
She walked outsside.
She met her fate.
She had long black hair.
She had big brown eyes.
But they paled when she met her fate.
Strange men in dark cloths,
hit her in the head.
The buried her underneath,
an old abandoned shed.
Ther she stayed until they came again.
You couldn't see her destiny,
When she was killed and buried.
No one could have stopped it.
No one could have helped.
No one could have predicted when,
she met her fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem