Parts of her mind were closed.
Like the bank on a holiday,
there's no getting in there.
And you know it.
Until one day, she chooses
to see that everything
is not perfect.
She becomes softer
and begins to forgive
herself more easily.
She is unburdened by
many of her previous
notions and rules.
In her new openess
she could not be
more beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like 'She is unburdened by many of her previous notions and rules.'Nice poem Margaret