Facing the ordeal of youth
From the cradle to the grave
With no experience of the dream
She enters a new age
jelousy amongst her rivals
A testiment to their age
The shepherd crys for his loss
But the tears are on her face
fine words carefully chosen
Honed and sharpened to a point
Lost souls full of emotion
Young hearts filled with regret
Some one needs to save her
But Im not sure its me
If shes happy in her missery
Theres no need to set her free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i loved it. you have a lot of talent mate.