Decaying roses fall unto the cold marble floor
As she run away from her fears
And out the grand double door
Unwilling to hear
The truth that will shatter her heart
Making everything she loved disappear
All her pictures of timeless art
Now watch her flee with a heartless sneer
Attached to their exquisite faces
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
short but good..............