She does not speak
our native tongue,
from afar she comes.
her words as a waterfall,
too fast to comprehend.
Yet, in her saddened eyes,
you read the word sorrow,
spelled out with every tear,
she pleads for understanding.
23 Sunday Oct 2011
Posted in Poems in English II, Poetry
She does not speak
our native tongue,
from afar she comes.
her words as a waterfall,
too fast to comprehend.
Yet, in her saddened eyes,
you read the word sorrow,
spelled out with every tear,
she pleads for understanding.