Dancing in a meadow.
Crying in the rain.
Singing without sorrow.
Screaming in pain.
We all have different lives.
But which sounds more realistic?
Where is our comprimise?
No Butterfly kisses.
No missing the pain.
We all come back to try again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like this so many possible means and all very well written