Is a diamond undiscovered
rough yet hard and beautiful
she allows you to make her over
She cant see all her beauty
she still knows her heart
when the chrysalis happens
when the worm becomes
the butterfly
it is a moment of triumph
for you and I.
Fly, beautiful one
soar to the heights
(but avoid the sun)
observe all that you see
but never forget
the one that set you free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I dont know if these tears in my eyes while and after reading ur poem are telling about my weakness, my beauty or my sorrow or about all of them, though I wish that weakness wouldnt xist. The name of it's at superlative, the verses and so is the author and Im saying this without any appeal to illusory side.