Looking through the mirror
to a world unknown
The sad lonely girl
a product of the seeds you have sown
A nice enough shell it appears
disguising the truth that lies beneath
A relutant smile or laugh
covers up the well soaked-in grief
The rage lying too close for comfort
clawing clawing whilst she cries
Deeper and deeper she hides
no reprieve for these tired eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good write and the words remain some thing of my tired eyes. 10++