a red sign is all i see...wondering were her eyes would lead..she shakes from fear..i give my hand to help my dear..her hands are in a fist..a flower dies on her wrist...i slowly pick her up as she stares..those eyes i see, my soul is free...i smile and say 'your going to be ok'...when she looks into my eyes..a hug indeed is what she needs...the flower in her hand needs to change..i took a paper from the floor...and drew a rose...she asked 'finally something nice'...i smile and say 'your the reason i have changed my life'..we smile and walk into the world..were we might never share our love..we talk and laugh...but one day we wont share a smile again....that could leave the world in deed..were we all cant see..a walking spirit is what needs to be free..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem