She sat near the white roses
Petals fallen on her hair
Tied in golden locks
Agitated by the air
A pen in her hand
A note pad on her lap
Note pad filled with scribbles
Only it knew her secrets
She looked far away in a gaze
Her small mind in a dream
She craved him to return from the soil
To embrace her again
Her grief no one knew
To her it was nothing new
Her blue eyes wait to close
Slowly she mourns to breath
She eagerly waits to die
Only the paper hears her cry
A strong and heartfelt poem from one so young. Lovely! Keep writing and sharing with us. Best Wishes, Marilyn
wow, great poem for someone is 14, and stronge.but i luv it so much
Well done with beautiful images and attention to details. One can easily imagine the scene. Sets up an appropriate mood.
i agree with Wilson Walkden-Brown the story speaks clearly and it sees so real it's sad
I love the idea of the poem, the plot or story so to speak. Poems are often wishy washy (like mine HAHA) you got straight to the point with this one and i loved it.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very touching write, sania...lines are really tears- wet... good piece 10