'Keep writing' she said
So write i must,
So that she may dream
Of art soaring on wings,
And tiny smiles
That mean everything,
Of moments passing
On the gentle breeze,
In a world that's dying
In foretold prophecy
She is all
That she was meant to be
She could heal the world
I know
She's already healed me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem