When the world was dark and weary
Life seemed like a drifting sorrow
Misery was incessantly breaking through
So she built a wall
Forgot that even walls
Could be climbed and broken down
When all seemed so distant
Beauty was nothing but a dream
Of the wicked
When the tides seemed too cruel to the shores
But they were just doing their daily
Rounds, back and forth and no worry
She is just a girl and not a woman
She grew in a man's world, cold
She slid along every closed door
And emptiness was all she got
Her heart was growing weaker
Her thirst getting stronger
So she dug a hole and waited
For the rain to fall
At last the rain came
And within those droplets
She met a loveless man
Of her own love she never knew
He gave her a little angel
And ran away
She called her Blessing
held her closer to her torn heart
and that's when she felt love
for the first time in her life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beauty was nothing but a dream Of the wicked When the tides seemed too cruel to the shores She met a loveless man.. the little one was her blesssing and she tasted love............ beautiful story.. liked it very much. poem reads like a novel....... thank u. tony