Sad girl

Sadness of a soft face, sadness of a gentle grace.
Eyes hardened with sadness and despair as though the end was near.
Not to worry my dear the fire is still there.
As the sadness fills the soul, be aware, that such a thing is not that bad.
May harden the mind, sharpen the tongue but the soul still weeps for and with, the ones that the eyes see,
in the mirror or in the forest filled with blind trees.
Giving grace to ones body. Grace to ones hand and a flow with which one goes.
Forward, forward there, where one sadness is not feared.
I hope , I truly hope that there is enough sense ,courage and love in her,
that the hard smile she has will not cost the sadness she so fears.