Falling Poem by Leah Rochelle
Falling
In the dark forest
The screamings occured
No one would listen
So no one was heard
The blood dripped upon leaves
Showering them with deep crimson
The spirits started yelling
'The angel has fallen; the angel is crying! '
She lyed sprawled on the ground
Her wings ripped from the fall
Her featheres dyed red
She then smiled and was reborn
Hi Leah, This is the season of falling angels. The good has ceased; evil has raised its head.. But there is a ray hope, for, She then smiled and was reborn 100++
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 12:40:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The narrative comes along with an emotional portrayal of the angel's fall. Very poignant. Thanks. Her wings ripped from the fall / She then smiled and was reborn