There, alone she sits
In her hair there's nits
She's not talking, I am worried
A boat always she carried
Crying with no tears
Her heart is full of fears
Playing with her toy
But with no joy.
She isn't a beauty queen
People to her are so mean
I am her only friend
Her story doesn't have an end...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yea i am 100% sure ;)