Beneath the snow I found a flower
I felt the love I felt the power
I found a heart that I called mine
I thought my life for once shall shine
But all it brought was pain and tears
and no one there with open ears.
No one there with open arms.
No one cares how much it harms.
And on the floor my broken heart
each jar of it a peace of art
you can try to pick them up
but be aware you might get cut
Hello Champrina,
That’s a fine piece of art. I also like writing in a foreign language.
Nice weekend to you.
Maja
Hi Maja!
beautiful ! Foreign laguages open a door to a whole new world !
thanks ! have a wonderful time