As I sat in the school lounge,
reading a covered book prior to class.
A picturesque beauty sat directly in front of me,
I faced her profile less than a yard away.
Her loose curly locks and azure eyes,
conveyed existence and liveliness,
in this otherwise gloomy space.
I glanced down at my digital watch,
and abruptly realized class was soon to start.
I leaned down to my schoolbag on the floor in front of me,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem