snow as sweet as steel
blood all around
she is in the middle
failing to respond
black is all she sees
her hand is on her heart
her face is going pale
her blood is running short
blood fountain is she all
blood fills her tears that will not fall
this is perhaps her ending im afraid
was it suicide? or was it love that caused her fate?
we will never know, but she is alright now... if thats what you want to call it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem