She sits in the window of her mind,
Living in another time,
Looking out, only to see things grow.
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Waiting for another day,
When all her troubles will blow away,
She grows old.
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She says, 'Hold on, wait for me.'
'You're supposed to be my family.'
'I'm struggling here. Can't you see? '
'I'm alone.'
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The words lead the poem in a beautiful way ahead... Sweet one! :)