And she gropes in the darkness
Though the sun has come with
Its summer garb. She never fails
What is there way up or beneath
And plays her part too well for
The world to see and embrace
Her destiny and she never has a
Shade of despondency on her face
And plays her part too well for The world to see and embrace Her destiny and she never has a Shade of despondency on her face It's always like that, the helpless never allow their face to show the inner pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing poem. Five stars