(no Name Yet) Poem by Sara Gosa
(no Name Yet)
The world is spinning
tilted backwards
like the morning paper
I'm thrown out the day after
not a promise can bring me
to forget all the lies
all the pain is kept hidden
buried inside
under the hope
that's no longer alive
broken dreams that were left
but now scattered aside
if there's one place to hide
then it's inside my heart
where my fears will keep living
though that's only the start
Hmm the last line could be stronger, less vague... just a suggestion :)
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 12:39:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
That's good, I am trying to realize by heart. Thanks