As she sits waiting, 
waiting for something 
or someone.
Time is flying bye like
cars on a highway.
She sits and listens, 
listens to people talk 
to her and about her.
As she sits and looks
out the window and as 
the fog lifts away, she 
thinks of how big this world 
is and how she wants to 
explore it.
She is in a good mood today, 
looking optimistic for her 
future.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Love the last lines Melissa. Great work