an angle lying on the floor her wings
carrying her no more, she cries out to
god seeking forgiveness
she looks up with bloody eyes
her thoughts masked out by
her cries
salvation is the tole to make
peace and free her soul
the weeping angle grabs her wings
the silence broken by the screams
the angle lying on the floor dying
to her heart beat no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem